tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30065363877842563192024-03-12T15:03:04.462-07:00Begger's Storiesbeggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496029123292410607noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006536387784256319.post-20049060445784340212016-09-06T16:02:00.000-07:002016-09-06T16:04:05.181-07:00<span style="font-size: small;">Hello Readers,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">First of all, thank you all very much for your continued support over the years. Writing has always been a fun hobby of mine, and it's been great posting what I've written here and getting great feedback.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I've started publishing new works through Amazon. If you like anything on this blog, you'll like what I've written over there. To be clear, everything on this blog as of this writing will remain unchanged, and will always be available here for free.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">My author page below: </span><br />
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beggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496029123292410607noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006536387784256319.post-87670923553177256702012-06-05T20:55:00.001-07:002016-09-06T16:14:57.335-07:00Dating Lindsey Chapter 4<b>If you'd like to read more like this, please visit my <a href="http://amazon.com/author/beckerj">Amazon Page </a></b><br />
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Painful
morning wood shook me from my sleep, as it had a few times during the night. My
cock tried desperately to expand in its cage and I finally felt awake enough
not to go back asleep. My arms were around Lindsey, whose body, dressed in just
short shorts and a tank top, was curled up into mine. I held her tightly and
shifted to wake her up.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Morning Jake,”
she said, sleepy, and I could feel her ass rub softly against my boxers,
stimulating me further in my cage. Struggling to get hard all night, my cock felt
sore, along with my balls, still full from a long week of nothing, only made
worse by the half-blowjob I got from Lindsey.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lindsey sat up
in the bed, wiping her eyes a little. She leaned over to look at the clock.
9am. “Sorry again about last night,” Lindsey said, reaching over to me. I was
sitting up next to her too, and she reached over to cup my balls through my
boxers. “My mom won’t leave these locked up forever.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“When do you
think I can cum?” I asked, meekly.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She shrugged.
“I don’t know, but I’ll talk to her, ok?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Ok, Lindsey,”
I said hating how I was at these two women’s mercy.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Well, I better
go take a shower. You can take one after me,” she said, getting up and crossing
me, her sexy body, tempting me, her full breasts, braless under her tank top,
jiggled nicely as she moved over me and then across the room. She grabbed some
clothes, panties, bra, a tshirt and jeans, and winked at me as she headed out.
I sighed, my nuts killing me. Not even a night’s sleep could make them feel
better. But when I thought I’d have a second to relax, her mother came in to
check on me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Well Jake,
how are the family jewels?” she asked with a wry smile, making an obscene
gesture with her hands, obviously enjoying herself.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“They hurt,” I
said, making a face. I could feel them ache and throb. She walked over closer.
She was wearing regular clothes, just a maroon tshirt, stretched across her
chest and a pair of black pants. She came over, and bent over, daring me to
look down her shirt at her enormous breasts.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Tough night?”
She teased, slowly pulling the sheet down from my waist as I sat there. Nearly
paralyzed in fear, I didn’t move, and I felt her peel away my boxers by the
elastic to peek inside. She leaned in and looked around, pushing her breasts
into my face, the bare skin pushed in my cheek. “They look swollen Jake. You
know you were a bad boy last night.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I gulped,
mentally hitting myself on the head to pay attention. “I’m sorry Mrs. Oran,” I
said, and then felt her fingers wrap gently around my balls.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Taking
advantage of my young daughter like that. Using her mouth in such a dirty way.
How degrading!” she said, emphasizing it by rubbing my balls around.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Mrs. Oran
please, she…ohhh!” I groaned as I felt her hand squeeze my balls roughly.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Don’t you
dare tell me that she wanted it! My Lindsey is not some kind of slut. I know
how your young mind works, young man,” she said, squeezing and rolling my nuts
around like a pair of stress balls. I could only groan and squirm, knowing she
could make it a lot worse if she wanted to.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I’m
sorry…ohh…I’m sorry. You’re right. Oh stop squeezing, please!” I felt her relax
her grip a little.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“There
certainly won’t be any more of that any time soon,” she said, toying with my
cage now. “You’ll be lucky if you even get to come out of this today,” she said
sternly, and I just nodded to her.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Good. You
know, I thought our little chat last night would have put you in your place.”
She crossed her arms over her breasts, probably because I was staring, and
looked disappointed. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I swallowed
hard. Nervous as she looked down at me. “I don’t know what got into us…I mean
what got into me,” I said, meekly. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“I figured
being bent over my lap, slapping your nuts around, would have taught you a
thing or two about respect.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I’m sorry
Mrs. Oran. I really am.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She paused,
and looked me up and down. “Boxers off. Spread your legs.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I gulped, but
I immediately stripped them down to my ankles, my balls exposed, the cage
keeping me locked up. I spread my legs slowly, whimpering a little, shutting my
eyes.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lindsey’s mom
looked around the room and finally settled on grabbing a hair brush, feeling
the back of it in her hand and then came back over. She leaned over, tempting
me again with her cleavage, certainly on purpose, then gave me a firm whack to
my balls by the flat side of the brush.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I yelped in
pain, but I just felt another hit, and then another, and finally I closed my
legs, holding my balls. She just harrumphed, crossing her arms. “Just three
huh? Hm, I don’t get why you men are so proud of those things. Spread them
again,” she said with such authority my legs moved on their own. She reached
down and hit them again, twice. “All they do is make you submissive. Not that
I’m complaining. You know when I was your age, women’s liberation was really
kicking into gear. Equality was still a very new thing. It’s so nice seeing a
young man like yourself clutching his balls in pain, submissive to me.” She
slapped my nuts again, and I tried my hardest to keep my legs apart.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You know,
you’re a nice guy, Jake,” she said, and just let the backside of the brush rub
my balls up and down. “But all you eighteen year old men are the same, in a
second you would take advantage of a girl if you could. You would tell her ‘you
have to suck me babe, I’ve got blueballs,’” she said, sounding disgusted, and
took it out on my balls again.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Please, Mrs.
Oran, I wouldn’t. I’ve been really good,” I pleaded, gripping the sheets as my
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“Back when I
was your age, I dated men who just demanded I put out for them. They thought
that just because I had a big chest meant I would get on my knees and suck them
off!” she said, upset, but fortunately she was going easy on my balls for the
time being. “And you know the real tragedy was that I did it. I can’t believe I
got on my knees after that,” she said, shaking her head. “So young, so naïve,”
she said with a big sigh, and gently tapped my nuts.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Mrs. Oran,
please I’m sorry that guys were total jerks. But I’m really a nice guy! I’ve
been really polite and…ohhh!” I yelped as another hard smack came.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Hush,” she
commanded. “Let me just tell you Jake, that it gives me nothing but pleasure to
see you all worked up and needing it, and then to tell you no.” She maintained
eye contact. “If only I could go back and lock those boys up, send them home
with blueballs. I really am envious of Lindsey,” she said, smiling.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I just sat
there, my stomach tight, balls seriously hurting, hoping she would be done
soon. “Yes Mrs. Oran. Please, I’ll be good.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“See? These
little guys really settle you down don’t they? You started out making excuses
and thinking you could get a blowjob, but now you’re behaving yourself, aren’t
you?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I nodded
quickly. “Yes Mrs. Oran.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“And you’ll do
whatever I say because you don’t want any more ball pain, won’t you?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yes, Mrs.
Oran. Yes, I’ll be really well behaved.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She smiled at
this, pleased with her work. She gave them a little tap. “See, now I don’t need
to slap them because you’re acting like a man should: submissive and polite. If
only I had this around thirty years ago, huh?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yes, Mrs.
Oran.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Good. Now
when you need to shower, come find me. You can shower with your cage off today.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I nodded to
her, and groaned to myself when she shut the door, my balls seriously hurting.
What kind of crazy leftover problems did she have, taking out her high school
angst on me? I had never even gotten so far with a girl, and yet somehow I was
to blame for all of the jerks out there.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lindsey came
in wearing a towel, making me question why she brought clothes with her in the
first place. She was totally unaware of the busting I had to go through, and I knew
I couldn’t bring it up. It would just be easier to keep her in the dark and
hope to keep her mom happy at the same time.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lindsey was a
good distraction from the pain, as she slipped a pair of red panties on
underneath her towel, her boobs jiggling and threatening to pop out of the top.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I don’t know
why my mom doesn’t get bigger towels,” she said, tightening it over her rack.
“We’ve both got big boobs,” she said, rolling her eyes. “What bra should I wear
today? Black or white?” she said, holding both up for me to look at.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She turned
around and lowered her towel, giving me just a hint of sideboob to satisfy me,
clasped the bra around her waist and then rotated it, bringing the cups over
her breasts. She adjusted it, facing me now, squeezing them together as she
mushed her bra around. “I hate having big boobs sometimes,” she said,
dissatisfied with how the bra fit. “Anyway, get up lazy bum and go take your
shower. I think my mom is in her room,” she said plainly. Did she know that I
had to go ask her mom first? I sighed to myself. Of course she did.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I got up,
walking past her, and as I did she stopped me and gave me a quick kiss. The
look of her in her underwear really did a number on my libido.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I found her
mom’s room again, which I had visited last night. She was packing some clothes
into a laundry basket. “Hello Jake. Why don’t you come with me?” I found myself
in the bathroom with her. She sat on the toilet as I stood, letting her unlock
me. I really tried my hardest, but the combination of my having gone a week,
plus the view down her shirt as I stood there was too much, and my cock
stiffened up, rising quickly. I could only blush.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She smiled,
happy to see my reaction. “That’s why they call it morning wood,” she joked to
herself, poking it to see it bob around. I gulped, and saw her stand to turn
the water on for me. She pulled the curtain back and pointed at the tub. “Go
on. Don’t think I’m going to let you shower alone. I know what boys do in there!”
she said, with mirth, but she was serious. I hesitated, weighing my options,
but got in the tub anyway, feeling the warm water rush over me. My erection
wasn’t going down, and probably wasn’t going to anytime soon. She sat on the
toilet again, and pulled up a small mirror to put lipstick on, glancing up at
me from time to time.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Go on,” she
said, waving her hand dismissively. I started washing myself. I felt
humiliated, rubbing soap on my body while she sat there, supervising. It was
clear I wasn’t going to close the curtain. She looked me over, fixated on my
cock at times. Was she enjoying it? I couldn’t tell, but the whole situation
just felt degrading.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Don’t forget
that big dick,” she said jokingly. “Or do you need help with it?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I had left it
for last, for obvious reasons. And I looked down at it. I had washed myself in
the cage plenty of times, but Mrs. Oran seemed intent on seeing me at full
erection.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Relax,” she
said, and got closer. I felt her hand grab my shaft and start sliding it up and
down. She poured some liquid soap on it, and started washing it up and down. I
couldn’t help it, I moaned loudly, so horny and excited. “Mrs. Oran…” I
groaned, feeling bashful as she basically jerked me off.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Shhh,” she
said, and slowly stroked me. I could feel how incredibly stiff I was. Her hands
massaged my aching balls too. “You are just so hard Jake. I really am envious
of Lindsey. Those days are long gone,” she said, stroking just the shaft,
avoiding my sensitive head. <o:p></o:p></div>
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She stopped on
cue. “Don’t you worry Jake. I’ve had too much experience to let you just blow
like that.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I groaned,
frustrated as my balls ached from the teasing. All I could think about was
cumming.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Did you enjoy
it?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I nodded,
bashfully. “Yes…”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She smiled,
standing up. “Dry yourself off Jake so I can lock you back up.” As I did, and
she slipped me back into that tight cage, she said. “Don’t worry, I enjoyed it
too.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I came down
and Lindsey got me a bowl of cereal to eat and sat at the table with me. I ate
quietly, trying to think of anything else besides the ache in my balls, resting
heavily on the chair I sat on. Lindsey chatted with me, talking about a story
or two from her High School days. Finally, her mom came down and stood between
us, her hand on our backs.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You’re a
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Lindsey’s jaw
dropped and she looked back. “Mom! Stoppit! You’re embarrassing us.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Lindsey
please. It’s ok. Trust me at my age, I wish the men I knew got so stiff and
rigid. I must tell Cathy about this.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I blushed hard
and Lindsey rolled her eyes. “Ugh mom. He’s eighteen. Of course he’s going to
be rock hard, sheesh.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Her mom patted
her on the back. “Well just appreciate it when you’re young dear. You’ll wish
you had when you grow to be my age.” Mrs. Oran turned her back and headed to
the basement to do laundry. Lindsey just gave me an annoyed look. <o:p></o:p></div>
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A few moments
passed when Lindsey looked over at me, somewhat peeved. “Why haven’t you gone
down to help my mom with laundry yet?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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don’t know…should I have?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Um…yeah Jake.
You’re my boyfriend. Have you seen your chore chart yet?” she asked, again like
I was supposed to know what she was talking about. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Not uh, not
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“Well, get my
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“Oh right. Ok
sure,” I said nervously. I had to do chores? I took my last bite that I wanted
from the cereal and began to head downstairs. The basement was dark, except for
a single uncovered lightbulb overhead. I meandered in, watching my head. “Um,
Mrs. Oran. Do you need help with the laundry?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Mrs. Oran was
piling clothes from the dryer into a basket. “Oh what a good boy you are, Jake.
Why don’t you switch over this load, and then bring that basket up and fold the
clothes?” She said, stopping halfway and looking at me with what I interpreted
as smugness. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Sure thing
Mrs. Oran,” I said, trying to sound helpful. “Oh and Mrs. Oran?” <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yes Jake?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I paused,
suddenly noticing the key to my cock cage dangling around her neck, nestled
between her breasts. I swallowed hard, staring at it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Jake?” she
asked, and she reached into her shirt to adjust her bra. On purpose?<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Sorry uh,
Lindsey said there was a chore list or something?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She grew a
confident smile. “Well yes, Jake. Now see what a week of blueballs, and a few
slaps can do? That’s very polite of you to ask. Once you finish the laundry,
then Lindsey and I will discuss your chores.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I swallowed
hard and tried not to look too much at the key…or what it was hidden between. I
dutifully switched the laundry for her, and brought up the basket to the
livingroom, where Lindsey was now watching the tv. I set the basket down and
started folding the shirts on the coffee table. Lindsey had her feet up,
watching, not really paying attention to me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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As I folded,
and Lindsey watched tv, her mom came by. “Well don’t stop folding just because I’m
here. Chop chop,” she said, clapping her hands, as if it were a joke. “I came
by to discuss your chore chart, now that we’re all together.” She sat down on
the other side of me, with a piece of paper printed from a computer with my
name and Lindsey’s name up top, and a line separating the two. On it were
typical chores such as making the bed, cleaning the bathroom, etc. evenly distributed
between us.<o:p></o:p></div>
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not cleaning the bathroom,” Lindsey said immediately, looking over.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Lindsey hush.
Now these are your chores for this weekend, you two, and I expect them to be
done by tomorrow night. I’ve tried to split it fairly but of course I gave you
most of the heavy lifting Jake because you’re a guy.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I just nodded,
overwhelmed. Lindsey groaned. “I have to do all that? Mom come on!” she whined.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Lindsey,
you’re my daughter and as long as I’m housing you and paying for your college
you’re doing chores,” she insisted while her daughter just rolled her eyes. I gulped as I kept folding, and I got to the
bras, holding one up. Her mom interjected into the chore discussion. “Jake,
sort those bras by pattern and color ok? Just try to keep them together,” she
said, patting my thigh.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yes Mrs. Oran,” I said, nodding. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“I’m sure you
can tell whose is whose,” she said snickering, as I held one of Lindsey’s bras,
a D cup, cute, lacy, with a black and tan mesh pattern on it, and one of her
mom’s, a nude-colored pair of cups that needed quite a bit more fabric. I just
blushed looking at the two, hearing her mom chuckle. Bashfully, I couldn’t help
but look at her expansive chest, and then away as she noticed me, and started
sorting the bras as she had asked. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Her mom made
some small talk before she left and as she left earshot, her daughter laughed.
“Jeez, those things are like huge, right?” she asked, looking to me. I agreed
with her, as it seemed I was supposed to. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yeah, really
big,” I confirmed. Lindsey took one of her mom’s bras, this one solid black.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“They’re not
even cute,” she said. “They’re just so big-looking. She’s like two sizes bigger
than me and I can wear them as a rain hat,” she said, putting it on her head
jovially. I took of Lindsey’s bras, and realized I could definitely do the
same, but figured against pointing this out. She seemed happy at the idea that
she wasn’t quite as large as her mother. Lindsey continued. “I mean I’ve got
big boobs but come on, hers are just ridiculous, right?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She just
rolled her eyes and handed me her mom’s bra. “I can’t believe she wants me to
do all these chores. Ugh, can you, like, do the bathrooms and kitchen?” she
asked in a snotty voice, pointing at her side of the chart.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Well, Lindsey
I have to do all of that stuff,” I say pointing to the ten-item list on my
side. She just sighed.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Jake, what’s
the point of having a boyfriend if I have to do all these chores?” she asked,
bluntly. She got a little closer and put her hand across my thigh, sliding it
over my crotch. “I know you’re frustrated, Jake.” She said in a sultry voice,
rubbing my sore balls, pressing her breasts into my arm. “And I know you don’t
want to wait another day to empty these,” she said, tapping my balls with her
fingers.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Lindsey,
that’s not fair,” I complained.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh, it
isn’t?” she asked innocently and I felt her hand grab and squeeze my balls
together, pushing them against each other. I squirmed and groaned.
“Ohhh…Lindsey…my balls,” I coughed out.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Do my
chores,” she said sternly.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Lindsey!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She squeezed
harder. “Be nice to me, Jake. Be a good boyfriend,” she said girlishly, rolling
my squished balls around in her hand. “And maybe you’ll get a handjob tonight.”
She pinched one, and then the other, alternating the pressure. My muscles
jerked as I felt shooting pain. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Lindsey!
Ahh…Ok, ok…ok ok ok,” I begged her. “I’ll do your chores.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“All of them,
Jake?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yes, yes!” I
agreed quickly, nodding my head and finally I felt her relinquish her grip and
pat my crotch with degradation. “Good boy,” she said, smiling to herself, a
minor triumph. “It’ll be nice not to have to do any of the chores then,” she
said happily, with arrogance. “Thanks for agreeing to do them,” she said with a
kiss to my cheek. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Sure thing,
Lindsey,” I said, defeated, rubbing my sore balls.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lindsey’s mom
came up to me as I was on my knees, cleaning her toilet, one of Lindsey’s
former chores.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“It’s good to
see a man on his knees once and awhile,” she said, behind me, probably
smirking. “Cleaning the toilets, no less. Thirty years ago that would be
absurd. I’m glad you’re not letting your male ego get in the way of getting
your chores done, Jake.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I sighed,
quietly. “Yes Mrs. Oran,” was all I felt like saying.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Now wait a
minute. Wasn’t cleaning the bathrooms one of Lindsey’s chores? I could have
sworn it was. I mean that is a girl’s kind of chore, isn’t it?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I gulped. I
knew Lindsey wouldn’t want me telling her mom she ballbusted me into doing it.
I just hung my head, still wiping up the inner bowl with the brush. “I’m just
helping Lindsey out,” I admitted.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“What a nice
boyfriend you are,” she said, perhaps knowingly. “I see you have started to
learn your place around here. I’m sure those aching blueballs of yours are
really starting to hurt now.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I just nodded,
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“Tell me how
they feel, Jake. I’d like to hear.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“They hurt a
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“Awww,” she
said, patronizingly. “Someone’s got a bad case of the ole blueballs, I think,”
she said, snickering at her words. “But you’ve been so well behaved today, I’m
thinking of letting you have a little something tonight.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Please Mrs.
Oran. Please, please, please.” I’m turned around now, facing her, on my knees,
begging. “My balls seriously ache so hard. I have to have it. I can’t go any
longer!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She looked
down at me sympathetically. “Well, I really do think you’ve learned your lesson
from last night. All of the denial and ballbusting have really made you
submissive. Look at you. On your knees, begging me to have your release. “<o:p></o:p></div>
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I nodded,
nearly sobbing, really, and looked up at her. “I’ve learned my lesson. I’ve
been really respectful. I’m even doing all of Lindsey’s chores!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She smiled,
her lips curling. I hate to admit it, but even in my desperation, I was still
staring at how her mounds of breast nearly obscured my view of her face. “Well
Jake, I think you’ve certainly earned it. But there are just a few more things
I’d recommend, if you really want to clinch the orgasm tonight.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yes, Mrs.
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“Well, first,
I think it would be appropriate to take your pants down as we talk, and bend
over that sink,” she said, folding her arms across her chest.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I gulped,
blushing at the concept, but complied. Soon my pants were off and I was bending
over the sink. I could see her in the mirror, getting behind me. Sure enough, I
felt her hand grasp my balls, weighing them. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“So swollen,”
she commented, rolling them around. “Now let’s see. I think first, you should
ask me to ballbust you to relieve your frustrated feelings.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yes Mrs.
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“Hush!” she
said, giving them a quick, and hard, squeeze. “Let me finish. You need to do
this in front of Lindsey. Tell me you’ve been very frustrated and horny and you
need a little cooldown,” she said, giving instructions. “Next, offer to do some
more chores for me, in front of Lindsey of course. I’ll think of something fun
for you to do.” She squeezed again, making eye contact with me in the mirror.
“Keep your head down. Let’s see, and finally, you need to ask my permission to
cum, but I’ll leave the details up to you. I’d like to see how much you’ve
learned, honey, and I’d like it to be very, very submissive. But that last one
I’d like it to just be you and me,” she said, pawing at my balls with
ownership. “Now say, yes Mrs. Oran.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I nodded into
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She patted my
balls with a “good boy,” and told me to put my pants back up. I got back to
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I was dusting
the livingroom, while Lindsey watched some chick flick, when Mrs. Oran came by
to watch it with her. “Jake turn away!” Lindsey said, lightheartedly, as one of
the girls took her shirt off. “Your balls already ache enough!” she said with a
laugh. Her mom joined in, too.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I don’t know
if they can get any achier,” I said, trying to be good natured. It seemed to be
winning me points and if I kept going, it was looking like a handjob was coming
my way. “Speaking of which…”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yeah?”
Lindsey asked.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Well, my
balls hurt so bad. It’s been such a long time, I’m really having trouble
focusing,” I said, bullshitting as much as possible. “Maybe um, I could get
some help.” Lindsey stayed quiet on this one. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Her mother
chimed in. “Oh like what, honey?” she asked, her curiosity so fake I was
shocked Lindsey was unfazed. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Maybe like,
when you hit them before.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You want some
ballbusting Jake? To get that thing from getting…I mean trying to get…hard in
there?” she asked, patting the spot between her and Lindsey.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I walked over.
“Yes, Mrs. Oran,” I begrudgingly said. I found myself pants off soon and in
between the two women, legs spread. Mrs. Oran cupped my balls.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lindsey said,
still watching the tv, “See mom. I told you he wasn’t some horny pervert,” she
said matter-of-factly. “He’s just really frustrated and needy. He’s even asking
you for slaps. See?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yes dear. I
guess you were right about him,” she said, giving me a wink and then a slap to
my balls. I yelped, squirming. Then she slapped me again, and again, until
finally she gave me four hard hits. I swallowed hard at it, happy to be over
with it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Any more
Jake?” her mom asked, giving me an arrogant smile, and I knew it wasn’t really
a question. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yes…please,”
I said, adding on the last bit for safety. Another slap came, and then another.
I grumbled, my balls seriously in pain. Lindsey turned to me. “Feeling better?”
she asked.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I nodded.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Good! I can
tell cause you didn’t look down my shirt when I asked,” she said with a giggle,
tugging her neckline down to tease me. “Jake!” she said, complaining. “You
looked!” and I found her hand grabbing my balls, tugging them down in the sack.
“There we go. A big squeeze.” She clenched my nuts, making me grit my teeth and
beg her to stop and finally she let go. “That’s it. Now no more horny
feelings,” she said, pleased with herself. I just sat there, holding my balls.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Mrs. Oran
smiled to me. “That’s great Jake. Anything else? Looks like dusting the
livingroom was your last chore.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh, are you
sure Mrs. Oran? I wouldn’t mind doing another,” I offered. I appreciated that
she made the transition so easy for me. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Hmmm…what do
you think Lindsey?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lindsey
pondered, looking down at my balls. “Make him scrub the floors like you used to
make dad do,” she said, casually, looking back at the tv.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Ohhh,
wonderful idea. Back in the 80s I had him scrubbing my floors with a bad case
of blueballs to support women’s rights.” She explained. “Worked like a charm.
Now Jake why don’t you go over there, on your hands and knees, and scrub my
floors?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I nodded
slowly. “Yes Mrs. Oran,” I said dutifully and headed over. In minutes, I found
myself, pantless, wiping down the kitchen floor with a bucket and a sponge.
Lindsey came over halfway through. “Don’t mind me,” she said. “I’m just getting
some more popcorn. Gosh you look so submissive doing that,” she said laughing.
“Seriously like, what kind of guy scrubs the floor like that, with his balls
hanging down?” She came behind me and gave my hanging nuts a light kick with
her bare foot. “What guys will do to cum, seriously,” she said amusing herself
as I looked up to see her refill her bowl with popcorn. A few popped kernels
dropped and she joked, “Get those for me or no cumming tonight,” she said with
a laugh, as I scooted over quickly to clean them up. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Mrs. Oran came
by to inspect my job. “Well Jake, it looks like your cleaning skills are
superb. I wonder if that’s because you’re good at cleaning or if something else
was motivating you.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I gulped. I
was kneeling, looking up at her. My knees were sore, and Lindsey was in the
livingroom out of earshot. “Please Mrs. Oran. I’ve done everything…”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Well, that’s
not true is it?” She said, arms folded. “But yes, you’ve been extra good. I’m
always impressed by just how motivated you boys are by that one little thing
you want from us. You did a whole page of chores in one evening, crawled around
on your knees, and even asked…ASKED for ballbusting,” she said, covering her
mouth to laugh. “But I will head to the bedroom, and I expect you in there in
fifteen minutes,” she said confidently, and headed back to the livingroom to tell
Lindsey she was off to bed. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I went to
Lindsey too, still without pants, since they were sitting next to Lindsey on
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“Oh Jake, hey. Yeah, it is time for bed isn’t it? I’m gonna head up,” she said,
yawning.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I have to
talk to your mom first,” I announced. She just shrugged, expecting it, and
walked upstairs. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I sighed, and
waited the appropriate amount of time before I went up the steps. By now, each
step made my balls shake and hurt. Finally, I made it to Lindsey’s mom’s room,
knocking on the door and entering. “Hey Mrs. Oran,” I said bashfully. The pants
were out of the question at this point and she wanted my shirt off too, which I
complied with. <o:p></o:p></div>
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She was in
another nightie, one of the ones I had folded. This one was a silky white one-piece
that was loose on most of her, while tightly hugging her chest, making her
breasts once again unavoidable to my eyes. I knew I was on the spotlight. Mrs.
Oran just turned the page in her book while I walked over. I realized this act
could determine my orgasm tonight, and the pressure made my stomach twist.
“Mrs. Oran?” I asked, hesitantly.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yes Jake?”
she asked, curiously. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I sighed, and
swallowed my pride. “May I lie over your lap?” I asked, shutting my eyes in
shame.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yes you may.”
She put her book down and put her hands to her sides. I slowly moved forward
and laid across her lap, my balls presented to her from between my legs. I
could feel her breasts against my stomach.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Well, butter
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“Please hold
my balls,” I asked her, and I felt her hand cup them. “Please squeeze my
balls.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Good boy,”
she said softly, assumingly, helping me through this process as I felt her
fingers clench over them. I squirmed and
groaned. “Ohhh…mffff,” I let out.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“That’s it Jake. Over my lap, getting your manhood squeezed. Was it humiliating
getting your balls busted in front of me and Lindsey today?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yes Mrs.
Oran,” I said, feeling her hand squeeze hard and then let go, then squeeze hard
again.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Why?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Ohhhh. Well,
you guys bossed me around and I had to do it all cause I’m locked up.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Good Jake.
That’s good. Tell me everything. I’m really not so bad; I just want the best
boyfriend for Lindsey. Don’t you want to make her happy? She really is
perfect.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yes Mrs.
Oran.” Her grip was loose on my balls, but still commanding. “I’ll be a really
good boyfriend for her.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Good Jake.
How does it feel to have your manhood in my hand? Though after a day like today
it’s tough to call it manhood, isn’t it?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“It’s
humiliating.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“And?” A
little tap to my balls.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Degrading.”
Another tap.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“And?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“It makes me
feel submissive.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh I bet it
does, honey. You spent all day with blueballs, the key to your orgasm around my
neck, scurrying to your girlfriend’s and my every beck and call.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I groaned as
she petted my balls.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“These are so
swollen,” she commented, weighing them. “A guy your age, in his sexual and
masculine prime. Biologically, you’re able to cum, twice, three times, heck,
you’re eighteen, maybe even five times a day or more if you really wanted, yet
you’ve kept it all locked up for your girlfriend.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I whimpered,
feeling so submissive. She got the key around her neck off and reached under
me, unlocking the padlock. She flipped me over so I was on my back, my butt
resting in her lap as she took me out of my cage. Neither of us was surprised
at my stiffening reaction. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“I’ve got you
by the balls,” she said with incredible glee. Holding them as I firmed up. My
erection extending to my stomach.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yes Mrs.
Oran.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I felt a hard
slap. “Tell me I’ve got you by the family jewels.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You’ve got me
by the family…ahhh!” A slap hit me hard<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Now tell me
who your orgasm belongs to.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“My orgasm
belongs to you Mrs. Oran,” I said desperately. I felt her stroke my cock. Her
breasts pushed forward and her wrist made them jiggle, the head of my cock
sliding gingerly against their skin. I emitted a pleasured, animal moan as I
felt the incredibly full-body experience of her hands over my cock, stimulating
my most sensitive nerves. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Beg for it.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Please Mrs.
Oran. Please. You’ve got my manhood in your hand. I want to cum so bad! I’ve
had to go a week and I’ve been really well behaved. Please, please, please let
me cum!” I pleaded.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She slapped me
and I squirmed around in her lap painfully. Again, another extremely painful
slap came and I begged her to stop, tears welling in my eyes. I felt so
vulnerable, crooked over her lap, the position forcing my cock and balls to be
the most elevated part of me. She grabbed my nuts and squeezed them. “Now
submit to me, fully. Beg for my permission. Tell me who’s in charge.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I submit. I
submit totally. You’ve got my balls. Please, please let me cum. I need it so
bad!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She ceased her
squeezing and stroked me slowly. “Good, Jake. Good. You’ve come a long, long
way.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I whimpered,
as she gave me pleasure, barely edging away the pain. Her breasts rested on my
stomach like a table. “Now I think you’re ready to cum. Why don’t you go see
Lindsey and you two have a little personal time together. But then you come
right here afterwards. I’m in charge of your cum, Jake, and you will only be
allowed to blow with me, understood?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I nodded
quickly. “Yes, Mrs. Oran!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She stood me
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“Get my
vibrator out of the drawer first, then come back here in twenty minutes,” she
said and I dutifully rummaged through the drawer until I found her white and
magenta vibrator, handing it to her. I hurried off, erection wobbling, and
entered Lindsey’s room. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Holy shit
that thing is huge!” Lindsey said, staring at it as I came in. “Bring it over
here!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I came over to
her and we immediately got to business. Her hand stroked me while we kissed,
immediately overwhelming me with feeling. My hands jutted to her breasts,
squeezing them. She was just in her tank top and panties, with no bra on, and I
was happily squeezing and pawing at her breasts while we made out.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Lindsey…wait,”
I grunted as I felt the cum boil in my balls. “Your mom said she was going to
make me cum.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I know I just
wanna play with it,” she said happily, and I guess it made sense this wasn’t
the first time that happened either. She stroked me more, making my balls hurt
and ache so bad. Fondling her, I could barely stand it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I need it so
bad!” I grunted, begging.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Jake it’s
only been like two minutes.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I can’t stand
it. I need this so bad!” I say, my hands rubbing my thighs.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Jake don’t
touch yourself.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Lindsey please.
My balls hurt. I can’t do this.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Jake we have
to make out. I’m not going to just let you sit there with this big thing and
not even let me touch it.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I can’t take
any more teasing.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She slapped my
sensitive balls. “Well, if you jerk off, then my mom will be seriously pissed.
Like, evil pissed. She gonna really take it out on your nuts, AND we will
probably have to break up.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I groaned
out. Her fingers teased my shaft. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Let me tie
you up.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“What?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Let me tie
you up,” she said more positively. “Come on. It’ll be fun. You won’t be
tempted.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Lindsey…”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Jake I don’t
think I need to remind you who’s in charge. You’re lucky I’m asking.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I swallowed
hard and sure enough, I was getting my hands tied with fabric to the bed,
quickly. I knew I’d be able to escape if I really wanted to, but that wasn’t
the point. Lindsey giggled and stroked me, enjoying my helplessness. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“I’ve got you
right where I want you,” she said, smiling big, sliding her hand loosely over
me. “You are just soooo ready for it. Look at your balls. They’re all clenched
up and swollen!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I moaned,
begging for it. She just relentlessly brought me to the edge over and over. My
cock throbbing needing it, angrily. “Look at those veins,” she said, tracing
her fingers over it. “I can’t wait to watch this thing pop,” she said, sliding
her finger up and down the shaft.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Lindsey…” I
moaned, squirming.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“So much jizz.
A whole week’s worth and it’s all gonna blow out like a volcano!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Lindsey!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You must be
so frustrated and needy and…oh…no Jake…”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Lindsey!
Lindsey no…no! touch it…Lindsey!” I begged but it was too late. I felt the
first spurt of cum come out on my chest, then the next one was more of a
dribble, oozing out as my throbbing hard cock rested against the small pool of
cum.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“On no. Jake…you’re
cumming,” she said, sounding depressed, watching me ooze out as I helpless
struggled against the bed posts.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The feeling
was horrible. My pent up orgasm lost to one stroke too many, oozing and
dribbling out of my cock uselessly. “Nooo,” I groaned out, defeated, the
leaking cum sapping my strength. I could no longer struggle against the fabric
around my wrists even though a small tug could have set me free.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Awww. Your
orgasm got ruined,” Lindsey said, kneeling on the bed next to me, looking down
at it with sadness. <o:p></o:p></div>
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A few minutes
of me whimpering later, her mom came in.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Well I
figured as much. Lindsey what did you do?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Mom, I didn’t
mean to! He just you know…started…you know…”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“He went a
whole week Lindsey and he didn’t even feel a thing,” she said, sounding upset
at her daughter.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Ugh! I’m
sorry! Jake I’m really sorry.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I just groaned
out, no strength left. My balls just ached with no satisfying release. The urge
to cum was incredible, despite my small release. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Well,” Mrs.
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I sullenly
walked with Lindsey’s mom to the bathroom, across the hall, and let her wipe
down the pitiful amount of cum from my stomach. The view down her top would
have normally kept me rock hard and interested, but I could only give it a
token glance.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Poor thing,” Mrs.
Oran consoled, wiping down the last few gobs. “I bet that wasn’t very
satisfying was it? Lindsey can be so careless sometimes.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Now don’t
worry. I’m not upset or anything. Really, this just prevents a big sticky mess
from getting all over my sheets,” she said. “Now don’t be mad at Lindsey. She’s
just eager. Plus, this probably could have been avoided with a little more self-control
huh?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She threw away
the tissues in the trash and put the cage over my cock. “I’m just disappointed I
didn’t get to whack off this big cock,” she said with a giggle. “But there’s
always next time. The good news is that you learned to be submissive today. Don’t
worry about that all-important orgasm of yours so much. There are better
lessons to be learned, honey,” she said, trying to make me feel better. I just
nodded as she locked me up and she patted my butt. “Now be nice to Lindsey.
Thank her for your release and tell her she’s a beautiful, wonderful girl.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I walked
slowly back to Lindsey’s room, defeated. I hadn’t had an orgasm in more than a
week and now I had to go to bed in this horrible cage again, with cock
struggling against it for release. I rubbed Lindsey’s back, telling her it wasn’t
her fault, that I appreciated her, and that she was a great girlfriend. It didn’t
take too much to get her giddy and happy with me, kissing me and letting me
touch her body again before bed. As she turned out the lights, and we spooned,
I tried my best not to think about when my next chance would be.<br />
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It had been
nearly a week’s time in the cage when we arrived at Lindsey’s house. I had been
locked up by her mom last Saturday night. I have literally never gone this long
without release; heck not even half as long. My balls felt sore for six days in
a row and the only thing I had to look forward to visiting Lindsey’s mom on
Friday, who was the only one that had the key.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I didn’t know
what I expected when I said hello to Mrs. Oran. Though the tight cage had
surprisingly become second-nature to me, my orgasm throbbed in my
consciousness, and it was all I could think about, especially now that I was
hugging the one person who had the ability to let me out. Of course, that
didn’t mean that my entrapment was on the minds of these two women. Putting me
in a cock cage seemed second nature to them, a routine for every guy Lindsey
dated. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“It’s good to
see you again so soon, Jake,” her mother said to me as she pressed her body
into mine. Just a little heavier than Lindsey, it was easy to see the
resemblance, and feel it, as her large breasts pushed into my chest. She wore a
somewhat loose shirt with a gold and black pattern across it, and even though
it would be called modest by any magazine, the size of her bust made it
difficult to look away. <o:p></o:p></div>
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We sat at the
table, and Mrs. Oran asked me about school, what clubs I was looking into, etc.
I answered, trying not to sound impatient or let on what I was really thinking
about. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Have you been
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I nodded.
“Yeah,” I said.<o:p></o:p></div>
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great mom,” Lindsey interjected. “He came over a few times and has been very
polite.” She smiled at me and touched my hand, squeezing it. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Good, I
wouldn’t have my daughter date anything less than a gentleman,” she said
looking over to me seriously. I could only nod to her, trying to assure her I
would be.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lindsey stood
up. “I’m gonna go unpack my stuff upstairs,” she said leaning over to kiss my
cheek. I watched her walk away feeling nervous to be alone with her mom.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“How are
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“How are
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“You know…”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I bit my lip.
She was obviously enjoying the position she was in. She took out the key on a
necklace from inside her shirt and dangled it in her fingers. “Do they ache?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I nodded.
“Yes,” I said, hanging my head a little.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“It’s been
awhile hasn’t it? I remember my own college days. It’s tough going a whole week
isn’t it?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I gulped,
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“Is this your
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“I’ve never
gone this long…” I said, trying to sound respectful. I watched the key
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“No, no. I
meant with Lindsey. Is this your first time with a girl? I can tell. I bet
you’ve never even had one of these before,” she said sliding her hand up and
down on in the air.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I blushed at
her vulgarity. Shaking my head, I muttered “No…”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She had a big
smile on her face. “I bet you’d like one wouldn’t you. Come here,” she said,
pointing at the ground in front of her and I dutifully stood up and moved,
standing in front of her chair. “I want you to know that Lindsey is a nice girl
and you better not be going out with her just to get off.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I shook my
head quickly. “Of course not,” I said defensively, but before I could get it
all out I felt her hand swat up between my legs. I clutched myself, in pain,
her hand making my balls sting from the quick hit.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Listen young
man. Lindsey is my pride and joy and you will treat her with utmost respect.
Move your hands away.” As soon as I did I felt her bring her hand into my balls
again, making me grab the table. I groaned out, my nuts aching. I felt her hand
reach up and wiggle their way under my own hand and grab my balls through my
jeans. She found them terrifyingly quickly. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“When you’re
in my house, you obey my rules, got it?” She asked which followed by a slight
pressure on my sack. I gulped and squirmed, the pain light but threatening,
making my legs bend. “Y…yes Mrs. Oran.” I said, assuring her.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You do
whatever I say, and then after that, whatever Lindsey says. She is your
girlfriend after all.” I could feel her compress a little more and it was
obvious I would be in real danger if I tried to resist.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yes ma’am!”
and I felt her grip loosen slightly.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She smiled to
me, pleased with my obedience. “I’ve really got you by the balls huh?” she said
with an evil grin. I could only swallow hard and agree bashfully. “And I don’t
just mean literally.” She took the key again and held it up for me to see. “I
know how long a week is for guys like you. You just be a good boy if you want
the ache to go away.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I felt my
stomach twist. Here she had my balls in a vice between her fingers and she was
dangling the key—the only way for me to get my cock free in front of my eyes. I
was ashamed, blushing in front of her.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Now sit down
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not to cradle my balls in pain when Lindsey came back down, cheerful as ever.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lindsey bent
over the table comfortably, showing us both a generous chasm down her
newly-adorned white tank top, with a pink bra peeking through the material.
“Mom, do you mind if Jake and I head up to my room?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Her mom was
giving her daughter’s cleavage a dirty look, which seemed to go over Lindsey’s
head. “Oh, but you two just got here. I was having a nice talk with Jake.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Mom, we’ll
have all day tomorrow and Sunday. It’s Friday night and I could be out partying
with drunk guys right now.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Her mom rolled
her eyes. “Lindsey for goodness sake will you please show some decency,” she
said, reaching out and poking her daughter’s exposed cleavage. “You’re not
wearing that to bed are you?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lindsey stood
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top!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“And your
boobs are gonna spill out of it if you keep that up. Trust me I’d know,” she
said frankly. “Put a hoodie on or something. You’re going to drive the poor guy
mad.” They talked as if I wasn’t even there.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I am not
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Her mom
sighed. “I guess they all grow up. Fine, fine. Go on up,” she said waving her
hand. As I rose to follow Lindsey up the stairs, her mom gave me an arrogant
look, and dangled the key once more.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She took me
into her room, which seemed typical of a girl her age. There was a lot of pink,
a picture or two of a shirtless guy from movies, a few American Girl dolls from
her childhood, a number of books, and then makeup, clothes, and everything
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She sat on her
bed, giving her breasts a delightful bounce. She patted the bed next to her and
I sat down dutifully. She kissed me on the cheek and asked, “Well, what do you
think?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“It’s cute,” I
said, looking around. I put her hand in mine.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“What did you
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“Um…” I
hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. Her mom hadn’t been too explicit about
what she said, but it seemed like it was in my best interests to keep it a
secret. There wasn’t much point in arguing with her mom, since I could still
feel the painful ache in my testicles. But maybe Lindsey would go to bat for me
in trying to get my cage off.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Well she just
gave me the ole ‘don’t touch my daughter’ speech,” I said, chuckling.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She seemed
skeptical. Maybe she had an idea. I was certainly not the first that had to go
through this process. “Did she um, unlock you?” she asked looking down at my
crotch.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I shook my
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“Do they
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I just nodded.
They felt incredibly sore. She hand reach over and touch my thigh, rubbing it
up and down. She leaned in and I felt
her body press into me, her breasts squishing together against my arm, making
my cock struggle painfully against the cage.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I’ll talk to
her ok?” Lindsey said, rubbing her hand over my crotch, consoling me. Then she
whispered, “I really want to get my hands on this guy anyway,” she said,
rubbing my balls through my jeans. “Just stay put, ok?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I nodded and
got comfortable on the bed when she left. I sat there feeling awkward; my
girlfriend having to convince her mom to take my cage off just so I could cum.
Was this really what dating a girl was like? I knew parents could be harsh, but
jeez, a whole week in this thing was driving me nuts. I wondered if we had
dated in high school if it would be different, since I would see her mom more
often than once a week. Or if, perhaps, even worse because her mom might not
even want young boys doing that kind of thing at all!<o:p></o:p></div>
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I shivered at
the thoughts. Maybe it was best that I hadn’t found a girl in High School then.
Although, at the time, I probably would have gone a month in the thing just to
get into bed with a girl, or at least a few particular girls I could remember.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Finally, after
about ten minutes Lindsey came back, a little flustered. “Ugh, she can be so
infuriating sometimes. It’s not like I’m some kind of slut.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I shook my
head. “Of course not, Lindsey.” Though truthfully, her forwardness with me was
surprising. I looked at her impatiently, the big decision hanging over my head.
She plopped down on the bed again and curled her head into my shoulder. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“All I want to
do is make out with my boyfriend and stuff. I mean I could be like Tina and
suck off every guy she meets on a Saturday night, but I don’t. I stay in and I
study. Ok, and don’t tell anyone, but I went with Tina to that party once, and
guys were like hitting me on me and staring at my boobs, and I was so tempted
to just…you know…be like Tina for just one night!” she said, upset. I rubbed
her back a bit to make her feel better, but was having trouble keeping my eyes
from staring on their own, especially since she wasn’t even looking up at me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I mean don’t
worry. I totally wouldn’t, especially now that we’re dating. You’re the only
guy I need. You’re so cute and…ugh, can’t I just you know, meet a guy that’s
cute, hook up with him and…” she said, her face red, as she spoke angrily.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Lindsey it’s
ok. She might unlock me tomorrow,” I said, trying to make her feel better.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She looked up
at me. “Tomorrow, oh no no, you’re getting unlocked tonight. My mom was just
being a total bitch.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I gulped, her
words taking awhile to register. “Oh good!” I said, elated.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh, so as
long as you get unlocked tonight, then everything’s fine?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Lindsey, no,
that’s not what I meant. I wish I had been there when your mom was being…your
mom. My parents can be really hard on me too.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She seemed to
like that and put her head back on my shoulder. She adjusted her top a bit,
tugging it up, probably from noticing me looking down it. <o:p></o:p></div>
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She exhaled.
“Can we just make out now?” she said, almost exasperated.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I nodded
assuredly and soon our shoes had been kicked off and I was lying back on her
bed with a sexy girl on top of me, kissing me hard, passionately, perhaps
taking out her feeling towards her mom on my lips. I wrapped my arm around her
back and pulled her in, our bodies mingling, rolling around, kissing hard.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I was enjoying
it, let’s be sure, but after a week of being caged, it was tough not to think
about the state of my balls as feeling her body all over mine only made them
ache more. I ran my hands over her ass
and back, feeling the indent of her bra under her shirt. I ran my hands down,
pressing my luck, even though I had already touched them before, it still made
butterflies in my stomach to cup them again, and feel how full and firm they
were in my palms. <o:p></o:p></div>
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She moaned, enjoying
it, leaning up a bit so I could get a better feel, and straddled me, her hands
on either side of my shoulders, kissing down on me. I got a nice look of her
boobs squished together from my hands, jammed against each other. I let out an
uncomfortable moan as my balls tightened and my cock struggled to get hard.
Lindsey giggled and reached back to touch my balls, my hands still planted
firmly on her breasts.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I recognize
that groan. Someone’s got blueballs,” she said snickering.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I cringed.
They were uncomfortable, begging my body for release.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She kissed me.
“Honestly, it’s kind of exciting. Turning you on, getting you so worked up and
needy for me.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I do need
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“Why don’t
we…get you unlocked?” she asked, flirty.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yes, please,
please,” I begged, which made her smile wider.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She smiled.
“Ok, mom should be in her bedroom right now. She said you have to go ask her
and she’ll unlock you.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I gulped,
nervous. “I have to go ask her?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Well, she’s
got the key doesn’t she? Also, in order to sleep in my bed tonight you have to
put it back on, ok?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I sighed,
relenting, and getting up off of the bed. That last part made sense, actually.
If I got to cum tonight, maybe the cage wouldn’t be so bad. I followed
Lindsey’s instructions and found her mom’s room, knocking softly, politely, on
the door.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Come on in,”
she said, and I pushed the door gently, seeing her propped up against the
headboard, a few luxurious pillows behind her. The room took cues from an art
deco past, and the soft carpet on my bare feet felt good.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Are you
behaving yourself in there?” Mrs. Oran asked, putting her book down on her lap
and I regretfully looked down at her oversized breasts trying to inflate out of
a delicate white satin nightie.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I averted my
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“Well, don’t
just stand there, come on over.” I walked gingerly to the bed, and got closer
and closer, beckoned by her, until my knees touched the bed. Here, I could make
out the fullness of her breasts, really just enormous and impossible to look
away from. Each one probably bigger than my head.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“So you and
Lindsey are getting pretty serious?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Um, yeah, we
are, I guess. It’s been a week now.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“She seems to
really like you a lot. Her emails are very flattering. She says you are the perfect
gentleman.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Um, yes
ma’am.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She smiled,
and reach over to the nightstand, opening up the drawer, and taking out the key
along a necklace. “Have you been thinking about this?” she said, teasingly.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My mouth went
dry, and my stomach twisted. “Yes ma’am.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She let her
hand drop slightly and the key rested directly on top of her right breast. I
gulped nervously, looking down at it. Thoughts of mauling her big jugs, mashing
my face in them, entered my mind.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Well, I have
to hand it to you. Most boys your age can’t last a week before giving up. You
must really like my daughter. Tell me, what do you like about her.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I thought, and
answered honestly. “Well, she’s really nice and cute and we get along. She’s
different than a lot of girls I know; you know, she’d rather stay in and study
on a Saturday then go out and you know…”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“End up on her
knees?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I bit my lip.
“Well…”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“And I assume
you’re the same kind of boy; you’d prefer to stay home and study too?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Definitely.
That’s why…well I mean I think that’s why she likes me.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Her mother
seemed to like this and I just couldn’t tell why she was so blatant about her
breasts, obviously driving me wild by showing them so obviously, the key right
there. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Off with
them, then,” she said wagging her fingers at my pants. I hurriedly took them
down, my boxers too, and then I was exposed to her, my cock locked up, my heavy
balls hanging down, full of cum.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I froze up
when her hand cupped my manhood, rolling my balls around between her fingers.
“I see Lindsey has really filled these up. You know, you mentioned that you
liked her for her personality, you said she’s cute, but you never mentioned
anything else.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh um, well.
She is very attractive.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I felt a tight
squeeze on my nuts and I could only grit my teeth. Had I crossed a line? It
turned out I hadn’t crossed it far enough.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Don’t beat
around the bush with me young man. I’ve been in college. I remember boys your
age. Now tell me what you like about her.” She kept my balls tight in her hand,
making me squirm.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh…ah…well
she’s really thin and has a great body…”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She squeezed
tighter. “And?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“She has
really nice…well…she’s got great breasts.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She let her
grip loose and just held my balls. “That wasn’t so hard. Now Jake, you’re going
to have to learn to be frank with me. I’ve lived long enough to know what men
really think. You’ve been staring down her shirt every chance you get. And I
see that you can’t take your eyes away from mine either.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Sorry!” I
blurted, bracing for my balls to get crushed again.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Well it’s
important that you appreciate the Oran genes, Jake. When she’s my age, they’ll
be just as big, especially after having a child.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yes ma’am,”
was all I could think of saying. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“So, you
understand why it’s so important to find the right guy for her, one that will
treat her with respect. She’s a gorgeous girl, so nice, innocent, naïve even,
and I don’t want all my years of work raising her ruined by some guy who can’t
keep it in his pants.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Of course
not. I wouldn’t.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“No,” she said
looking me up and down. “I feel good about you Jake. You’re polite, you respect
your elders, and most of all you respect Lindsey. You’ve gone a whole week in
this thing without much complaining. That’s definitely a good thing in a guy.”
She rubbed my balls a bit, weighing them. “Hmm, I think it might be time to get
this guy out of here, don’t you?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I nodded,
taking her cues earlier to be truthful. “Yes, please. My balls really hurt and
it’s been a long time.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She got a big
smile and looked up at me. She practically purred at my reaction. “Well, you’ve
been so good, but I can’t let you think that I can just let you out because you
asked. You haven’t been in a relationship before, so I need to put a few rules
in place.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Rules…” I
muttered.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Remember, my
house my rules. I’ve got you by the balls anyway, don’t I?” she said, laughing,
bouncing my nuts up and down in her palm.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She rubbed my
balls around in her hand. “Now I think we need you to learn your place in this
household, and with my daughter.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Ok…” I said
nervously.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“It goes me,
then Lindsey, then you,” she said, moving her hand in the air in a gradient.
“So right now I want you to step out of your pants and bend over my lap.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I stood there
stunned for a second. “Your…your lap?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“That’s right.
My lap. Come bend right over it. You’re not thinking of disobeying are you?”
She asked, and I felt her fingers wrap around my balls. I sucked in air, and
wanting to avoid another squeeze on my now very sensitive balls, I moved
forward and crawled on the bed, until I was perpendicular to her, my bare ass
in the air. It was humiliating. I felt exposed, and the whole situation was so
surreal, it was practically an out of body experience for me. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“That’s good.
You didn’t want your balls squeezed again, did you?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“No, ma’am.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Good boy.
You’ll learn that obeying me will keep your balls nice and pain-free.” I felt
her reach between my legs and tug my balls up between them. She wrapped them up
in her one hand, so they stuck out and I felt her other hand rub the tops of
them.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You know it’s
funny. These little things give you all your testosterone and strength, yet
they also render you useless when I’ve got them in my hands. All I have to do
is give them a good whack and you’re on your knees.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I trembled, my
balls so exposed to her. Wrapped up tightly in her hand, I knew trying to
squirm or escape would mean them getting squeezed even harder. Would she
really…I didn’t even want to think about it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Or a nice big
kick. Ever got one of those, Jake?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I shook my
head. “No ma’am.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Well, good.
And I don’t see any reason you need to as long as you stay obedient and learn
your place.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yes ma’am.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Do you want
to learn your place Jake? Good boys don’t need to wear their cages as long as
their behavior is good.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yes ma’am. I
want to get out of my cage.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I yelped and
gripped the sheets as I felt her hand slap down on my tender, vulnerable balls.
“Ohhh, oh my balls. Ahhhh.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Awww. Hurts
doesn’t it? These give you big muscles, but they leave you so helpless.” She
whacked them again, perhaps to drive her point home. I whined, feeling them
hurt so bad. “Look at you Jake, bent over my lap, balls in my hand. I want you
to remember this. At any time I can order you to do this, submit to me, give me
your balls, and you’ll do it, won’t you?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yes ma’am,
yes please. No more.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“That’s right.
These balls of yours make you quite the obedient boy when they’re full like
this. Now how about one more slap, and then we can take the cage off you. You
wouldn’t mind that, would you?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I groaned out
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“That’s a good
boy.” One last slap landed on my balls, harder than the two prior and I
squirmed on the bed in pain, my body trying to curl itself up.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Please…please
no more.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She rubbed my
balls happily. “That’s right,” she said, pleased with my reaction. “Now come up
here. I think you’ve learned an important lesson today.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She guided me
to sit next to her on the bed, my legs spread. The abundance of pillows let me
sink into them, while she leaned over me, her giant breasts hanging heavily,
and she undid the lock on my cage, finally pulling it off.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I blushed as
my semi-hard cock grew like a sped-up video of a blooming flower. It grew and
hardened, happy to be out. I sighed in relief, finally my cock was free. I
could hear Mrs. Oran chuckle, watching me stiffen up.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“That’s the
kind of reaction we want. Nice and healthy, big and hard.” She reached forward
and wrapped her fingers around my shaft, and moved them gently. “It’s been
awhile since I had my hands on a nice big 18yr old cock,” she said smirking to
me. “No wonder Lindsey was begging me to get her hands on it.” She slid her
hand up and down the shaft, my first stimulation in a week. It was almost too
much, making my stomach muscles clench, my legs shift. “Ohhh…” I moaned, uncontrollably.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“That’s it.”
She slid her hand more, tugging my balls down hard in my sack and I groaned out
in pleasure. “My, my, you are just ready to go aren’t you? I wish my ex husband
had been like that.” She stroked me more, bringing me to the edge and then
pausing her hand at the bottom, while precum leaked out and I clenched my
teeth, sure I was going to blow. “Now Jake, I’m sure Lindsey would be upset if
I spoiled your load all over you. Wouldn’t you rather she do the honors?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yes ma’am,” I
said shaking, so ready for it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Though I’m
sure you’d be happy to produce the results again for her, wouldn’t you. Gosh,
to be eighteen again. Anyway, young man. Put your pants on, and get back to
your girlfriend. I’m sure she’s waiting for you.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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And with that,
I bashfully put my pants on, my cock stiff and throbbing in my jeans and left
Mrs. Oran to read her book. I paused in the bathroom, splashing water on my
face. What an experience! Bent over my girlfriend’s mom’s lap, getting my balls
slapped and made to pretty much submit to her. I couldn’t believe it. Here I
was, free at last. Were my car keys still in my pocket? I could just leave
right now, but Lindsey found me in the bathroom, pushing the half-open door
aside.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Hey there,
stud,” she said and I gawked at her braless-ness, her big firm breasts pushing
out her tank top, nearly transparent. “What took you so long. Come on.” She
beckoned me, and as I got closer she tugged her tank top down to flash me her
right breast, nipple and all, and I was immediately hooked.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I found myself
on her bed, making out, totally washed away in my need for release. Her hand
eagerly found my hard cock through my jeans, rubbing it, the sensation just
enough to keep me insatiable, while not enough to make me blow. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I was nervous
before, but at this point I couldn’t hold back, and I just groped her breasts
through her top. She moaned out like crazy, whispering for me to squeeze
harder. She finally succumbed to her own lust and pulled my cock out of my
pants, rock hard, and ready to explode.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh my gosh.
Jake. Wow…” She gripped it, obviously careful not to let it blow. She ran her
hand up and down the shaft, cautiously, making me beg for it. “You need it
don’t you?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yes, Lindsey,
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She cupped my
balls. They were still very sore from her mom’s treatment, but it didn’t stop
me from staying on the edge. She squeezed them slightly, like fruit. “They are
so full. You have no idea how turned on I am right now.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I smiled, and
I was in heaven. Feeling her hand slide up and down. I was ready to just sit
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Her mom walked
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“Ugh mom. I
already have a roll,” her daughter said, sighing.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh you know I
can’t stop being your mom, Lindsey,” she said, walking in, her breasts bouncing
heavily in her nightie without a bra to support them as she placed them on
Lindsey’s nightstand. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Ok, ok. Mom
get out of here. And you should put on the hoodie. I can feel him throbbing
over here.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh Lindsey.
I’m old enough to be his mom too. He’s not even interested,” she said, with a
wink to me when her daughter looked away. “Now you two have a nice time. Do you
need anything else?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Mom, no. Get
out of here.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Ok ok,” she
said, laughing, and left the room. <o:p></o:p></div>
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She looked
down at me, and then at the door. She bit her lip. “Jake I…”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yes,
Lindsey?” I asked, my cock on the verge.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I wanna suck
you. Is that ok?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I had trouble
breathing for a second. “Like a…a blowjob?” <o:p></o:p></div>
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Her face was
one of mirth, as she licked her lips. “Come on. It’ll be fun.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh wow. Yes!”
I said, enthusiastically. “But I’m like…really close.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lindsey smiled
and then still with a grin on her face, slapped my balls.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh, no!” I
yelped as the pain rocked me. She had no idea what I had just been through. She
gave me another one and I clenched up.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“That’ll help
huh?” She leaned in, her tank top still covering herself, her breasts against
me. The inviting warmth of her mouth tempted me, and I couldn’t complain as she
leaned in, opened her mouth and took me inside. I moaned out loudly as I slid
between her lips.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It felt
incredible and I was now happy for the slaps, as they let me last in her mouth
as she bobbed her head, slowly, awkwardly, up and down on my cock. It was clear
it was her first, or close to first time sucking a guy, and she was trying her
best.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh Lindsey,
you’re so good at this,” I said, encouraging her, and indeed I felt myself
slide deep into her mouth, her tongue helping it along, swirling over it. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Am I doing
ok?” she asked, looking up at me. “I’m kind of new at it.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh yes, yes,
it’s so good. Please, more, more.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She liked that
and went back down on me, sucking me hard. I felt the cum rise as she sucked,
cheeks pushed in, practically sucking it out of me. <o:p></o:p></div>
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She giggled,
taking her mouth off once more. “Oh my gosh, it’s going to be so much.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I laughed with
her, but was getting frustrated being brought to the edge over and over. “Yeah,
I’ve got a lot stored up.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She rubbed my
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Jake. Is it ok if I just jack you off? I don’t think I can swallow all that.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Lindsey
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stroked me up and down, lubricated with her saliva, and then stopped right
before I blew.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I groaned out
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“Ok, ok. I
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“Yes, please,”
I begged. At this point I would take anything!<o:p></o:p></div>
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She lowered
her warm, wet mouth on me again, and I leaned back, ready for it. Then, her mom
opened the door again, carrying the cage.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I thought you
guys might need…LINDSEY ORAN,” she nearly screamed, looking down at her. “Just
what are you doing!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Mom!” she
yelped, startled, getting her mouth off of me, leaving me painfully on the edge.
“You were supposed to knock!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“A…a…blowjob.
Lindsey!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I don’t know
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“After a week
with a boy. In his state.” She came over to us on the bed and surprisingly
reached out to give me a harsh slap, one that made me clench up and roll over,
in the fetal position.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I did not
raise you to use your mouth…like…like that!” she said, infuriated clearly. “Did
he ask you to do that!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“No, no. I
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“Like I
believe that.” She reached over, found my balls from underneath me, and pinched
just one of them, making me yelp out in sharp pain. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Mom, stoppit!
He didn’t. It was all me. He’s a nice guy.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Her mom went
easy on me, and folded her arms as I whimpered, clutching myself. “Well, we can
talk more about this tomorrow morning. But for now, back in the cage he goes!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Mom! He still
hasn’t…you know.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Well he
certainly doesn’t deserve it now! Using you like that. Disgusting. You should
be ashamed of yourself. Jake spread your legs!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I scrambled to
get my legs spread, learning my lesson from before. And her mom bent over to
cage me again, squeezing my balls to get me soft enough, slipping on the tube,
and locking it in place. For now, all I could think about what protecting my
poor balls. She gave me one slap once she locked me in, and put the key around
her neck.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Mom, ugh.
Don’t punish him for me!” she said. “He needs to cum!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh, you’re
getting punished too, young lady. You might be 18, but that doesn’t mean you
can trounce around…doing…that!” she said, clearly upset. “And you Jake, You’re
certainly not getting…that…and release in the same night!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I swallowed
hard, and didn’t say anything. She just gave her daughter one more look, said
we’d discuss it in the morning and left the room. Lindsey and I didn’t say much
to each other. It was clear Lindsey was upset too, almost crying. I felt bad
for her, but all I could think about was my lost orgasm, trapped in my balls. I
had been brought so close my balls must have been a dark shade of blue, and
they hurt so much from the constant slaps I had to endure that night.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We talked a
bit about her mom, but Lindsey seemed a little distant, guilty, and upset. We
finally tried to fall asleep. While Lindsey tossed and turned, so did I, except
all I could think about is when was I going to get another chance?<br />
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The first
thing I did when I woke up was reach down to see if I was still wearing it.
Unfortunately for me, it hadn’t been a dream, and my cock was indeed trapped in
a cage with my full balls underneath. Now if that’s bad, imagine being brought
to the edge of orgasm over and over by a cute girl and then locked away before
I could cum. I definitely had a serious case of blueballs from the night before.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Did I mention
this all happened in front of, and in fact, by her mom?<o:p></o:p></div>
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I got up and
threw on a towel to take a shower down the hall. Walking only seemed to make my
sore balls worse, and the morning wood I usually have every morning was in full
spirit, pushing against the confines of the cage. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The cold water
helped a bit, and by the time I got back to my room and dressed, I was already
getting used to wearing this thing. Were all girls like this? Was this what I
was missing out on for my teenage years? Before I could do anything else, I
checked my phone to see that both Lindsey and Tina had texted me. I sat in my
desk chair and flipped open my phone.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The first one
was from Tina, my good friend, from the night before. “Hey stud, hope you’re
getting lucky right now. I know I am!” I sighed. As usual, Tina was getting
plenty more action than I was on a Saturday night. The next one was this
morning. “Hey, I’m coming over in an hour, cya.” I looked at the clock at the
top of my phone and startled as my door flew open.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Hey Jake,”
Tina said, rubberbanding her hair behind her head, wearing a school zip-down
and sweat pants. Even so, they hugged her body, showing off what I could only
assume was a perfect body under there. It had to be with the amount of guys she
went through in a Saturday night. She sat next to me, and I pulled up the text
from Lindsey.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Thanks for a
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“You guys are
so cute,” Tina said, reading over my shoulder. “Tell me all of the details!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Where would I
begin? “Well, her mom was there,” I said
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“Yeah. For the
entire date. I got to the door and she answered it and we talked. And then she
basically stuck around for the whole thing. She was like, bent on making sure I
was the gentlemen and stuff.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Wait,
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I gulped.
“Yeah, a little more than that.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“What do you
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I sighed. I
knew I shouldn’t tell her this, but I did. I couldn’t just keep it to myself.
“She uh…well, put me in this thing, like a cage…”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Tina gave me a
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“You know…” I
said looking down at my crotch.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You’re
joking. She did not put you in a cock cage.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You know what
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“You were
stuck in one of those all last night and you haven’t told me yet! God how
awful. I can’t even imagine how frustrating that is. Why didn’t you tell me?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yeah, I
uh…I’m still wearing it,” I said bashfully, blushing.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Tina’s jaw
dropped. “No! Shut up!” She reached over immediately to feel for it and
squealed. “Oh my god! You’re still locked up. Lindsey is such a bitch!” She
said, snickering. “So you didn’t even…” she said, trailing off, jerking off the
air.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She giggled.
“Ouch! Major blueballs huh? I’ve let some jerks go home with those, but never a
nice guy like you. What was she thinking?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Well it
wasn’t Lindsey so much as her mom. Her mom locked me up.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh my. I had
no idea. I can’t believe you had to hang out with her mom on a first date and
then she made sure you didn’t whack off to her daughter when you got home. Too
funny!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“It’s not
funny. How am I supposed to get out of this thing?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Hmmm,” Tina
pondered, looking over at me. “Looks
like you’re stuck. Got you by the balls huh?” Tina said, covering her mouth to
stop from laughing.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Tina…”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Ok, ok,” Tina
said, composing herself. “Well, I guess the only way to get out of it is to ask
her out on another date!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Tina convinced
me it was bad form to ask her on a date over Facebook, even though technically
Lindsey and I were already dating. So I got into some real clothes and headed
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Lindsey wore a
loose tshirt and a pair of sweatpants, apparently still lounging around her
place. “Oh, Jake, hey. I didn’t expect you so soon,” she said, seeming a little
embarrassed. “Um, come on in. Sorry the place is still messy from last night.
My mom stayed over and left a few hours ago.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I came in and
sat on her couch, where less than a day before, Lindsey was stroking my cock up
and down. Lindsey spoke before I could.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Hey, I’m
really glad you’re here. I was worried my mom scared you off. I’m totally sorry
about her. I know she can be a little
crazy.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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An
understatement if I’d ever heard one. I shifted my legs uncomfortably. Despite
her in just a loose tshirt and sweats, Lindsey looked hot. She had her thick
glasses on, and her hair tied up. It was clear that even her large breasts
weren’t to be concealed by the shirt either.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“It’s ok,” I
said, understandingly. “Parents…”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Right?”
Lindsey said, rolling her eyes. She came over to sit next to me and put my hand
in hers. The feeling was electric and I could feel my cock stir in my cage
already. She got closer to me, and I could feel her body against mine. I felt
her hand land on my thigh, and she rubbed it up and down. “I did have a really
nice night with you last night. Out to dinner and then a movie…and you
know…other stuff,” she said giggling. I grew in my cage thinking about how much
attention she spent on my cock.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I smiled back
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“You’re still
wearing it aren’t you?” she asked, reaching up and touching my crotch, feeling
it underneath, keeping me locked up. “I guess you can’t really take it off
though,” she said with a smirk.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I nodded.
“It’s uncomfortable,” I said, biting my lip.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She sighed. “I
know, I know. My mom is just so paranoid and stuff. Trust me, if she weren’t in
the picture I wouldn’t have you wearing one. But…” she said trailing off for
awhile. “It is kind of nice knowing that you’ll save yourself. I mean I know
you’re not one of those guys who like…jerks off and stuff,” she said, looking
at me directly now, her hand still touching my cage and balls through my pants.
“It’s just nice to know it absolutely won’t happen.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh…” I said,
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“You’re
like…not one of those guys are you?” she asked, seeking reassurance. I
swallowed hard.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“No…not in a
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“Of course! I
mean I couldn’t be with a guy who, like, does that, right?” she said, sighing.
“I mean guys in high school were like that and it was good my mom caged them.
But I definitely know you wouldn’t.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Not me,” I
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“I just want
to stroke it more,” she said softly, rubbing the cage up and down. “You were so
big and hard last night, mmmm.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Please
Lindsey, unlock me,” I begged.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She giggled.
“You’ve probably got blueballs huh? You were all worked up and had to go to bed
without cumming. Ouch,” she said rubbing my thigh.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Lindsey…”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Jake, I
really want to unlock you but my mom has the key. Probably a good thing because
right now I would just lean over and suck on it!” she said laughing. I groaned
in frustration at the idea of her lips wrapped around my cock. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Your mom has
it?” I asked meekly. I couldn’t believe I was locked in this thing and the only
way out was my girlfriend’s mom’s permission. Here I had this cute girl
touching me through my pants, ready to practically give me a blowjob, and there
was nothing I could do about it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yeah. Sorry,
she can be such a bitch sometimes,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I tried to
argue with her, but she just pulled the same stuff.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Well when,
you know…”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I felt Lindsey
give my balls a tap through my jeans. “Jake! I’m surprised. Is this all you
came over for, just to get unlocked? I thought you weren’t like one of those
guys.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I gulped. “No,
no, sorry.” I took a deep breath. The slight pain from her hand on my balls
making me squirm a little. “I just…well I’ve never been in this kind of thing
before.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lindsey gave
me a cool look. “Well, you said it wasn’t a big deal. I mean, it’s not like if
I let you out you’d get to…you know.” She moved her hand from my cage to my
thigh.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh, sure, of
course,” I said, playing it off. “I’m just not used to it, I guess.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She patted my
thigh. “That’s ok Jake. I think it’s cute. Don’t worry, I’ll get my mom to
unlock you as soon as I can, ok? Honestly, I’m pretty excited to see this thing
blow,” she said with an embarrassed giggle, covering her mouth. She knew the
effect it was having on me. “Now, come on, don’t pout. Why don’t we do something
fun?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lindsey found
a thick marker and held it up at my crotch, wagging it back and forth. “Don’t
worry, I know you’re bigger than this. Here let me show you what I’d do if you
were out of your cage,” she said mischievously. She leaned in, and I could feel
my balls tense. She started rubbing the marker up and down with her hand, just
like she had the night before to give me a handjob. I moaned out
uncontrollably.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Wow, someone’s
enjoying this. I’m not even touching the real thing.” I blushed in embarrassment.
Her hand stroked the marker quickly, twisting her hand with a flourish. I bit my lip in frustration as she mimicked a
wonderful handjob. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I gripped the
futon and watched as she pleasantly jerked off the marker. She giggled. “I
think it’d shoot about now huh? When you blow, it’s gonna be huge,” she said
with a smile and then she leaned in and pretended to lick the marker. “Allll
over,” she said laughing. I could only squirm with need, feeling my balls feel
the most sore they had been in 24 hours. She put her hand down to cup my balls
and feel them through my pants. “Hmmm, we better quit this or else it’ll just
get even worse!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I groaned and
I felt her slide closer to me, getting into my lap. “Let’s watch some tv,” she
said, “get your mind off of naughty thoughts.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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minutes I was sitting against the corner of her futon while she sat in my lap.
I would have been rock hard at the view I was getting down her shirt. I had
never seen her in anything but conservative, plain clothing. She was one of
those girls who you knew had big breasts, but always hid them. Yet, holding her
gave me an excellent view down her neckline, and I could tell she had a
fantastic rack.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I didn’t know
if she was aware of what she was doing to me, but the feeling of her in my
arms, her butt pressing into my crotch, and that magnificent view down her
shirt was making it difficult to stay in my cage. However, I didn’t truly get
excited until I felt her turn her head and kiss me, which led to another kiss,
and soon she was turned around, on top of me, making out.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I moved my
hands along her shirt, soft and warm. It turned me on so much to feel her body
against me, her hands running along my chest and through my hair. Her full,
firm breasts pressed into me, tempting to me put a hand on them. I don’t know
if it was the days of blueballs, or if I felt like I didn’t have much to lose,
but I reached for one, and cupped it, feeling its full shape in my hand. She
purred, enjoying it, giving me a much-desired positive response as I squeezed.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh Jake,” she
moaned, guiding my other hand to her left breast as she sat up more and let me
fondle both. My first pair of breasts were probably the envy of every guy, once
I got to feel them. Big, firm, filling my hands. Best yet, she was enjoying it,
too.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She put her
arms on either side of me and kissed me again, letting me feel all I wanted. It
was bittersweet, as it went on. My cock grew uncomfortably hard in my cage,
hurting as it struggled to escape and reach a full erection. Lindsey slowed and
rested next to me. Her hand reached down to cup the cage in her hand. “How are
you feeling? Sometimes I forget that it might get a little stuffy in there when
we do this…not to brag or anything.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yeah. It’s
kind of uncomfortable,” I admitted. As much as I wanted to keep going, my cock
was throbbing against the plastic. Her hand rubbing the area wasn’t helping. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Blueballs?”
she asked simply.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I nodded. My
balls were really starting to ache. I could feel her fingers search for them
through my jeans, find them, and massage them. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Aww, I’m
sorry. I do take it as a compliment though,” she said with a big smile. “I
always know a guy likes me when he has to go home with a bad case of the
blueballs,” she said with a smirk. I could only smile back awkwardly,
nervously. Her attitude wasn’t very comforting. I didn’t know how much longer I
could go without getting some kind of release. What would I have to do, if it
came down to it? Go to a locksmith I suppose, like I could ever get the courage
to do that.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Don’t worry.
You will get your reward,” she said with a big smile, and licked her lips. She
took her hand and skillfully unbuttoned my pants, unzipping them slowly and
pushing her hand in to find my cage, and then cup my balls. “Wow, they feel full.
I bet there’s so much in them,” she said, focused, her head on my chest now.
She felt them, pushed them around in her fingers. “These are definitely
blueballs if I’ve ever felt them,” she said with a smile, looking up at me for
my reaction. I could only force a smile.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Hey, watch
it,” I said, as I felt her squeeze my balls together.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“It’s fun,
relax,” she said, squeezing them harder.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oww, oww,
Lindsey…” I pleaded, squirming a little.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“What. You can
take it. If you’re going to be dating me you better get used to it. I can be
quite the ballbuster,” she said with mirth and I couldn’t tell how serious she
was. She gave them one hard squeeze and let them go. “I heard my mom gave you
the same treatment.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh…she told
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“Yeah. Hope
that wasn’t too embarrassing for you.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Well…no…”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Not at all?
My mom squeezing your balls?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I gulped.
“Well yeah. I mean I wouldn’t tell my friends necessarily.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“It’s ok. I
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“What do you
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“Well, it’s
like my mom says. You get a guy by his balls,” she emphasized, squeezing mine
again. “And he’ll do anything you want.” She gave me a frightening look of
arrogance and I could only swallow hard. She squeezed harder, until I was
begging her to stop. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Do my math
homework for me,” she said, squeezing just one now, between her fingers. I
grimaced and gave in. “Ok, ok Lindsey please. It hurts.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She laughed at
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I had a
worried look on my face as I felt her rub them between her fingers again
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“Don’t worry.
I won’t really make you do my math homework,” she said, like it was all a big
joke. “But I bet you would have if I kept squeezing,” she said with that same
“I win” look on her face.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Haha, yeah…”
I said, trying to play along with the joke. “Maybe we could get back to the
movie?” I said, hoping to get her hand out of my pants. I never thought I’d be
saying that.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh sure,” she
said pleasantly. She gave me a kiss and scooted back up so her head lay on my
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Towards the
end of the movie, I guess she hadn’t gotten enough making out before. My balls
were really starting to ache, both from lack of release as well as her hand
squeezing them before. We kissed and she was more aggressive rubbing my crotch
this time. I too got a little more aggressive with her breasts, which only
seemed to push her to be more aggressive with me in kind.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You know, maybe you should get going before we take this too far,” she
suggested to me. “I hope you’re ok with that. I really think you’re a cute guy
and I don’t want to mess it up.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I
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“And um,
Jake?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yeah?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Thanks for
understanding about the cock cage. I know it’s kind of different but you’ll get
used to it. All my other boyfriends did. Trust me, get a good night’s sleep and
they’ll feel better tomorrow morning,” she said with a light pat on my balls.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Ok…” I said reluctantly.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“They really
hurt don’t they?” she asked with a pouty look on her face. “Ok, ok. I shouldn’t
do this but hold on,” she said and sat up, taking her phone off of the end
table. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I sat there
patiently as I listened to her. She called her mom. “Hey mom, it’s me, Lindsey.
Yes everything’s going fine. Hey I was wondering when um, you know, Jake could
get his…no Jake didn’t MAKE me call you. Mom stop…mom listen,” she looked over
at me and rolled her eyes. She put her fingers to her lips to shush me. “No
he’s not here with me. Mom I am not a hormonal teenager. I just wanted to know
when he can get unlocked.” She looked over at me and rolled her eyes. “That’s
too long. This isn’t high school anymore. How about this weekend? He can use
the spare bedroom.” There was a small pause as she listened. “Ok, ok. I’ll let
him know. Thanks. Yes I love you too.” She hung up the phone and set it down.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Ugh, she can
be so frustrating sometimes. Do you have everything you need? You’re not
drinking are you, blah blah,” Lindsey said, imitating her mom.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Um…”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Right right.
So you’re coming over for dinner this weekend. It’s not far. It’s like a 30min
drive home and then you can stay the night ok?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh, uh,
sure,” I said, trying to digest all of this information. I would be visiting
her house, and her mom, right away? I guess the normal flow of things was
already out of hand.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Great. You
don’t have any plans right. I mean we could wait till the weekend afterwards
but that would mean you wouldn’t get unlocked till then.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“No, no this weekend is fine,” I said quickly.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Ok, cool.
I’ll let my mom know then. Thanks for doing this with me. It’s really important
you get to know my family. My aunt will be there too. I hope that’s ok. It’ll
be nice, you can sleep in the guest room and hang out with me. It’s a really
nice place, pretty rural. We have a few horses and stuff.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I smiled, but
really all I could think about was getting a chance to get out of my cage.
“Great Lindsey.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She kissed me.
“Ok, so pick me up on Friday and you can drive us there. Pack some clothes and
stuff um…I guess that’s it.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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that Lindsey led me to her door, blueballed another night, looking forward to a
weekend where I would hopefully be unlocked.<br />
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beggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496029123292410607noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006536387784256319.post-42412184834508717992012-03-05T20:58:00.001-08:002016-09-06T16:14:01.722-07:00Dating Lindsey Chapter 1<br />
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Dating Lindsey Chapter 1</div>
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By Begger</div>
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I've never been
great with women. In High School, I never had a date to the prom, I’ve never
had a girlfriend, and it seemed like no matter what I did, I could never find a
girl interested in me. It always seemed like the cute girls went for the jerks,
and the nice guys always get left behind. I guess you could say I got
friendzoned early and never got out of it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In college, I was hoping things would be different. It was my freshman
year when I figured I’d have a blank slate. I was 18, and no one knew who I
was, and better yet, there were plenty of other 18yr old girls breaking it off
with their high school boyfriends.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Things weren’t so simple. It had been a few months and it seemed like I
had found myself right back with being “just friends” with every girl I met.
Even Tina, the kind of girl that bounced around in a low-cut top and sat in the
front row so professors could get a view, didn’t want anything to do with me. She
and I became good friends, because, as she has said, she feels like she can
trust me and I’m not just hanging out with her for her looks. Though honestly,
I’m not even sure I would know what to do with her if I had the chance.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Listen, I’m sorry Jenny gave you cold shoulder last night,” she said
to me one day, sitting next to me in the cafeteria on Sunday morning.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“It’s fine,” I said. For once she was in a modest pair of sweatpants
and sweatshirt, though I had seen her last night. She had her regular Saturday
clothes on. Lots of cleavage up top, and a crazy short skirt over her legs. “Just
one more rejection, right? I don’t get it. I’m really nice, I’m not bad
looking. I just keep striking out.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She gave me a look like she wanted to say something she shouldn’t, but
held it back. She thought for a second while she chewed on her low-grade
college food. “Sorry, I’m so hung over. Ended up blowing these two guys after
doing those everclear shots. Remind me never to do that again,” she said,
rolling her eyes. I gulped, imagining the situation. She looked at me
defensively “don’t worry, I didn’t swallow,” she said with a sigh.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I exhaled, only getting frustrated with hearing her Saturday night
hijinks. “Well, that’s a relief,” I said, sarcastically.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Ok, ok. You know what? I met this really cute girl at the party and
she will be great for you!” she said excitedly.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You’re just telling me now?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I had a lot
to drink last night. What was her name? Oh right, Lindsey. She was saying all
night how she hates going out with those annoying jocks. I think you guys will
be perfect.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I was just
desperate enough that some girl Tina met at the party drunkenly was starting to
sound like a great idea. Plus, that little bit about her wanting the nice guy
instead of the jock-type was music to my ears. “Well…hook us up,” I said,
pressing it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Ok, you know,
I think I will,” Tina said with a smile. “Friend her on Facebook. Lindsey.
She’s really cute. Brunette. Big boobs. D cup I’m guessing. I know how you like
big boobs,” Tina said with a wink, eliciting a red face from me. “And I’ll put
in a good word, ok?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I nodded,
thinking, staring down at my plate. “That’s great Tina. Thanks, I mean…really
thanks.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Tina smiled.
“Oh hang on, it’s that guy I slept with last night. Don’t let him see me” she
said, hiding her face.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I friended
Lindsey just as she advised, and she was indeed very cute. Tall, thin, brown
hair. I was paging through a few of her photos after she accepted my request,
and she was definitely hiding a nice rack under her shirt. Fortunately, she
didn’t seem to be the flashy type. Talking to Tina more, Lindsey wasn’t as
“engaged” as Tina was with most of the guys at the party. I surmised that she
had been dragged along by her friend, much as I had been to these obnoxious
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One day she
messaged me back. I had asked her out on a date, and to my surprise she gave an
enthusiastic yes. We were set for Saturday night.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I went
wide-eyed when Tina stopped by my room Saturday afternoon, about an hour before
I had to leave for my date with Lindsey. “That’s not what you’re wearing, is
it?” she asked, hands on her hips in my doorway.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“That’s not
what <i>you’re</i> wearing is it?” I said
back to her, looking her up and down. She had a v-neck sweater on, and her
boobs pushed together in between it. Long black boots and a tight micro-skirt.
The look made me salivate, even though by this time you’d think I’d have gotten
used to it. I just knew she was in for trouble tonight.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Ok, ok,
comeon. Clothes off. Let’s get you into something decent,” she said, coming
over, undoing my shirt.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I can do it.
You’re not my mom. Just give me some privacy. Turn around.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Grow up. It’s
college. And trust me I’ve seen it all before,” she said, helping me slip my
shirt off. She looked my chest over and made a face. “You’ve got to start
working out. No offense…anyway let’s get these pants off,” she added, reaching
down to start undoing my belt.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Hey! Let go,”
I said, startled. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Hush, you
cannot wear pleated khakis on a first date. What is this, your first recital?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I was about to
interject when I thought to myself that these pants might have indeed been worn
to a recital or two. But I was interrupted by her tugging my pants down
quickly. “Hey!” I said again, suddenly just in my boxers in front of her. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Now lets’ see,”
she said, looking through my clothes, clearly displeased with the selection.
Finally, she found a button-down plaid shirt she liked and a pair of jeans. I
wasn’t in any position to disagree with the choice.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Wait...why
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“Oh I just
wear those for working out,” I explained.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“And you
thought a pair of gray boxers were better?” she said, almost scolding me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Well…I don’t
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She gave me a
look. “I can’t believe this is what I have to work with. Get those off! Trust
me, she’s going to want to see your package squeezed into these.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I thought you said she wasn’t one of those girls,” I said.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Well, no but,
you never know when you’re going to get lucky. You don’t want her stopping at
these,” she said.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I blushed and
even got a little aroused at her attitude, talking about and looking down at my
crotch. I looked down and looked back up to her. She got a mischievous look on
her face and went over to pull my boxers down.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Shit…hey!” I
said, covering myself a little late.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Tina giggled.
“Wow…not too bad. Where were you last week? You would have put those guys to
shame.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Stoppit,” I
said, embarrassed, obviously showing on my face.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Chill out.
Now comeon, get these one, I won’t look…too much,” she said with mirth,
covering up her eyes half-way cartoonishly. I gave in and put my boxers on
quickly, covering myself up. She handed me my jeans and shirt, and finally I
was dressed.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“There we go.
Much, much better. Now you’re meeting her in her dorm right? Wow, at least take
her to dinner first.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I am,” I said
sternly, trying to regain back some dignity. “It’s dinner and then she said we
could watch a movie.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yeah a movie
and what else?” she asked, pantomiming a handjob in the air.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“It’s just a
first date…” I repeated with some hesitancy, swallow hard watching her hand. I
was excited at the idea that maybe her joke would come to life.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Well, don’t
get too many ideas. She’s a nice girl from a nice family. Real conservative. I
was over there and her mom was on the phone with her like bitching her out.
Anyway, I need to get going. Good luck tonight,” she said smiling and waving.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yeah you
too,” I said back to her, trying to find my cologne.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Looking for
this?” she asked, holding up a bottle of Axe. “Yeah right. I’m doing you a
favor,” she said, tossing it out in the garbage on her way out.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I was beyond
nervous walking up to her door. To make matters worse, I was the only guy in an
all-girls dorm, passing by women giving me looks. I suppose they all had an
idea of why I was there. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I found her
room and knocked after a deep breath. Though I expected Lindsey, I instead
found an older woman, dark hair, opening the door. “Are you Jake?” she asked,
sounding pushy.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I swallowed
hard. If I wasn’t so surprised by her forwardness I might have noticed that she
was pretty attractive, for someone my mom’s age. “Uh, yeah,” I said, swallowing
hard.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She looked me
over, making a face. “I’m Lindsey’s mother. You can call me Mrs. Oran,” she
said, extending her hand. I shook it awkwardly and she let me inside.
“Lindsey’s in the shower, which is good because I wanted to have some one on
one time with you. You’re dating my daughter, is that correct?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I tried to put
on my best face. Totally taken back by this discussion, I nodded. “Yeah. We’re
uh, going to dinner.” Part of me wanted to run right then and there. I had no
idea what was going on. <o:p></o:p></div>
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She smiled, and
I got a better look at her now that my mind had been cleared a little from the
initial shock. She wore a business outfit, or at least something formal. It was
a black skirt down to her knees and a black jacket over a white blouse. I could
see the family resemblance, especially in the chest region. “Now listen” she
said to me, engaging my eyes. “Lindsey is a nice girl and I want only the best
for her.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yes…yes
ma’am,” I said nodding. She reached over and touched my arm, squeezing it. “I
take it you don’t play football,” she said condescendingly. “You at least better
be getting good grades. I won’t have a party-boy dating my daughter!” she
insisted.<o:p></o:p></div>
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course not,” I responded. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Let’s see
what we have to work with down here,” she said reaching down and undoing my
pants.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Hey! Hey…what
are you doing!” I demanded. Jeez eighteen years of getting nothing and two
women were getting my pants off. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Get your
hands away from there,” she said sharply, slapping my wrists away. “Boxer
briefs, good choice,” she said with an approving look before she tugged the
elastic. I let out a yelp as she let the elastic snap against my balls, and she
tucked it underneath them. I swallowed hard, and got that feeling that you get
when you dream you forgot your clothes in the middle of class.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Hmmm, not too
bad at all,” she said approvingly, hands wrapped around my cock, running her
fingers over it, grazing over my balls. “Not the best, but it will do. It’s a
lot better than her last boyfriend that’s for sure,” she said, snickering. I
could only force a smile.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh my…I see.
You really aren’t a party boy are you.” She said giving me a knowing look as
her hands now grasped a hard cock. “Stiff already. And when was the last time?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Last
time…what?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You know,”
she said, jerking my cock up and down.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Ohhh…ohh…” I
said first in surprise then in pleasure. “Oh uh…I dunno.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Comeon, don’t
be shy. We’ve gotten to know each other well. When was the last time you gave
yourself release?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Um…two nights
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She smiled. “Good.
I won’t have my girl going out with a chronic masturbator as well. In fact, I’m
actually a little worried about this right now,” she said, squeezing my
erection. I was completely hard, despite my nervousness. She cupped my balls
and let her other fingers tickle my cock a little. “We can’t have this
happening all night can we?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Um…no,” I
conceded. “Sorry…”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Now now,
that’s ok. I remember being your age. And the guys were even worse. Trust me,
the 70s was not a good time to be a woman.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Anyway, I
have just the thing for this guy,” she said tapping my cock. She reached back
into her purse, and fished around, pulling out an odd looking contraption.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My face went a
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“This will
take care of your little…issue” she said, and reached down, cupping my balls.
“Now just relax,” she said soothingly as I felt her fingers grip my balls and
squeeze.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh…oh ouch” I
said, squirming as I felt her hand compress my balls. I was too shy to do
anything and I sat there feeling her squeeze me until I went soft. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“That’s it.
Perfect” she said, happy with herself as she took the contraption and put it
around my cock, slipping me down inside of it, and tucking my balls behind.
“That’s it…don’t worry.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She waited
until I looked up at her and said slowly, seriously. “This is just a device to
make sure you don’t get any of those pesky…erections during your date with my
Lindsey.” I heard a snap, but was locked with her eyes. “There we go.” She rubbed
my balls in her hands. “Feel that? Getting a little snug huh? Don’t worry, this
will curb your young hormones a little,” she informed, and indeed I could feel
my cock expanding but pushing against the sides of what felt like a plastic
tube. I looked down and indeed my cock was trapped inside, a ring around my
balls. On top was a lock, which gave me a nervous feeling in my stomach. I saw
Lindsey’s mom slide a key around a necklace across her neck, clasping it behind
her. I could put two and two together.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She smiled.
“Don’t be nervous. You just be well behaved tonight and you won’t have anything
to worry about.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I gulped hard
and my natural shyness kept me from saying much. She helped me zip my pants
back up and I sat there afraid as she turned the tv on, acting as if nothing
strange had happened.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Finally,
Lindsey came out of the bathroom with a towel around herself, her breasts
pushing out the top. “Oh! Jake you’re here…sorry,” she said, embarrassed. “Mom,
I’m in my towel, jeez, could have warned me.” she said. I averted my eyes and I
heard her sneaking back into her bathroom to get her clothes on.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Nice huh?”
Her mother asked, looking at me for a response. “I was like that at her age.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh yeah…I
guess.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Well don’t
get any ideas. Remember,” she said, dangling the key around her neck. “If you
ever want to masturbate again, you’ll treat her with respect.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yes ma’am,” I
said assuredly and Lindsey came out wearing a cute shirt with a cardigan over
it, and jeans. I could see that Tina was right and she definitely hid a nice
pair of breasts underneath. Plus, she was fit, like every 18 year old college
girl was. I could already feel myself tight in the tube again.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I stood up and
faced her. She smiled. “Thanks for coming over. I hope my mom wasn’t too annoying,”
she said, looking over and giving her mom a look. She stood close to me and I
felt butterflies in my stomach.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I normally
don’t do this, but Tina said such nice things about you. It’s nice to meet a
guy that’s like, not drunk at a party” she said with an appreciative smile. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yeah, you
too,” I said sincerely.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Ok, mom, I
think we can take it from here,” she said, giving her a look. “Wait…mom what
are you wearing around your neck!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh, dear,
don’t take that tone with me. You know I care about you.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Mom!!!” she
whined. “You can’t just lock up my boyfriends.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Darling. You
know how men are. It’s for their own good. Now you can look forward to a
well-behaved gentleman on your date,” she said with a confident smile, not
compromising at all in her tone. <o:p></o:p></div>
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She looked
down and put a hand at my crotch, squeezing, feeling me in my tube. “Oh my
gosh…you are wearing one! Mom this is so stupid. I’m eighteen and in college.
I’m an adult, you can’t cage my boyfriends anymore.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Lindsey. Now
don’t you take that tone with me or else you are not going on this date. I’ve
been in college before and I know men. Your father was like this too.
Getting…erect…all of the sudden. Now it’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s just
for your first date. I don’t want anything inappropriate happening.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lindsey sighed
and I could see her bend under her mother’s will. “Ok, mom, just…can you leave
us alone?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yes, dear,
it’ll be like I’m not even here. You two just carry on and you will have a nice
evening. I’ll stay completely out of it.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I bit my lip.
She was going to dinner with us? Lindsey didn’t seem surprised. “Oh…well, I
guess that’s not that bad.” Her mother came up and patted her arm. “See? You’re
right. You are an adult Lindsey. Now why don’t we get going? Jake don’t sweat
it, remember, it’s like I’m not even here!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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We ended up
heading to a local place, Finnigan’s, while Lindsey and I sat in the back seat
together awkwardly. I would say that it reminded me of High School, or that it
had been one of the most awkward dates in my life. In reality, this was really
one of the only dates I had been on barring a few get-togethers with girls. Yet,
I don’t think anyone would call my evening normal, though at the time I was a
little too wrapped up in my date with Lindsey to really grasp the situation
that I was locked up in my date’s mother’s cage.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Dinner was
fairly uneventful. I gave the usual talk
about my school plans, and struggled to keep up the small talk with Lindsey. It
was challenging trying to act like her mom wasn’t there, who chimed into the
conversation every now and then. The most embarrassing part was fortunately the
time Lindsey had gone to the bathroom. I was stuck there with her mom while she
teased me about being locked up and her holding the key. She was two wine
glasses in by that point and dangled the key around her neck. She asked me if
it was getting snug, and I said yes. She smiled and said “You’ve certainly been
well-behaved this evening, but I guess that’s because I’ve got you by the balls,
huh?” she said, laughing, touching the key around her neck. I could only
bashfully look down at myself after that.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I hadn’t
really considered the gravity of the situation until the end of the meal, when
it was clear Lindsey’s mom wanted me to take care of the check. I had my credit
card, but I knew the bill would be near sixty dollars, and I wasn’t expecting
to have to cover everyone’s meal.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I blushed when
Lindsey’s mom just gave me a look and put a few fingers on the key and slid the
check over to me. I looked over to Lindsey and she just smiled, clearly
accustomed to this. I just put my credit card on top of the bill and tried not
to notice Mrs. Oran’s arrogant look over me. I guess she really did have me by
the balls.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We finally got
back to Lindsey’s room and I was surprised at how comfortable the device on me
was getting. Even though the implications of the lock made my stomach churn, I
was getting regrettably used to the idea.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lindsey and I
sat on her futon, while her mom found a chair off to the side. Then, Lindsey
put in a movie, and smiled at me while she moved closer, urging me to put my
arm around her. At that point, all the worries of the night went away a little
as I felt her body under my arm, holding her. It felt good to be at that point.
Lindsey was certainly cute, and for the first time I had been close to a girl
without just being friends.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It was
probably the best half hour of the evening, holding Lindsey and watching the
movie, but I heard her mom, about halfway through the movie say “Well aren’t
you going to kiss her?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Mom, stoppit.
You said you wouldn’t say anything.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I’m just
saying, you guys are holding hands and his arm is around you. You might as well
move in for a kiss, dear,” she said to me. I looked to Lindsey and it was clear
she agreed. Under pressure, I moved in for a kiss on her cheek, and a cute
smile from Lindsey as she turned her body to mine and moved in to kiss me more,
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We made out,
my hands rubbing her arms and legs, her hands over my chest. It was easy to
forget her mom was sitting there watching as I felt her soft lips on mine and
the electrifying feel of her hands running over my chest. I hoped I wasn’t too
awkward, and also I hoped I was doing everything right. However, the incredibly
enjoyable experience of making out with this cute girl was having its effect on
me, and I could feel myself hardening inside the device. I shifted
uncomfortably, as I felt Lindsey’s hands roam over my thighs, and the passion
increasing.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She put her
hand over my crotch and felt the contours of it through my pants. She whispered
to me, “Is it getting uncomfortable?” to which I could only groan and nod my
head. She kissed my neck and said “Mom, can we take his cage off now? He’s got
to be getting snug in there,” she said, giggling.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Maybe on your
next date, Lindsey,”<o:p></o:p></div>
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she whined.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I didn’t
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“I’m not in
High School anymore, mom, he doesn’t have to stay in the cage the whole time. I
don’t want to have to wait for the second date just to see it.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Her mother
sighed loudly. “I guess they all grow up,” she said, giving in. “Fine Lindsey,
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Lindsey rolled
her eyes to me, and stood up. “I’ll be in the bathroom.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I awkwardly
walked over to her mom when she beckoned me and she started taking off my
pants. “Listen, you better not get any ideas.” She stripped my boxer-briefs
down and instantly held my balls firmly, almost painfully in her fingers. “You
might not be in that cage but I’ve still got you by the balls!” she said
firmly, squeezing to make her point.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Ohh, yes
ma’am” was all I could say. She took her hand back and gave my balls a slap,
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“Hush,” she
instructed and slapped me again. “That’s just a little taste of what you get if
you even think of going too far with my Lindsey,” she said giving me a serious
look. I could only nod my head, feeling another slap hit my balls. I stood
there, in pain, my balls throbbing as she leaned in to unlock the cage and
slide it off of me. She gave my cock a look, watching as it hung half-hard in
front of her. “Now pull your pants up and go sit down.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lindsey came
back and got even closer this time, putting a hand on my thigh and eagerly
moving in for more making out. I put my hand behind her back and held her close
as we kissed and I could feel her hand wander down over my crotch, feeling the
bump in my pants back and forth. I moaned out, unable to help it and I could
practically hear her mom’s discomfort as her daughter rubbed my cock back and
forth through my pants. She giggled, giving me a bashful look and whispered
“it’s big,” and went in for another kiss. The words only made me stiffer, as I
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At this point
I was getting very turned on, almost worried about losing control and making a
mess as she rubbed me with much focus, enjoying the feel of my hardon under my
pants. I was shocked as I felt her hand
go under my shirt and then down into my jeans. I almost lost it then, as I felt
her hand grasp and hold my cock. Her hand warm and soft, touching it, letting
her fingers move gently along my sensitive skin. I groaned, feeling her fingers
slide along it. She smiled bashfully, clearly enjoying how it felt and she gave
me a look as she started sliding her hand up and down the shaft.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I squirmed and
moaned. The pleasure of her hand awkwardly moving back and forth inside my
pants was overwhelming. I had never been more aroused in my life and it was
obvious she could feel it. She smiled at her own work, getting me worked up, making
me need it. She bit her lip as she unzipped my pants, and tugged them and my
boxer-briefs down a bit, revealing a very hard cock, standing straight up.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Wow…” she
muttered, putting a hand on my thigh, watching it throb and pulse against my
stomach. “He’s so hard mom, look,” she said, giggling, poking me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Well you’ve
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Lindsey just
laughed and smiled at me, grasping my cock again, squeezing it, rubbing it up
and down a few more times. “You like that don’t you?” she asked, running a
finger down my shaft. I groan and shifted my weight, very aroused at this
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“I won’t say
it isn’t an impressive one, Lindsey. Certainly better than your last
boyfriend.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I know, like,
half this, right?” she said with a snicker, bracketing her fingers halfway up
my cock to show her. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“I’m so glad
you let him go. I told you that you would find a better suitor. This one’s
nice, he’s gentlemanly, and well…well endowed,” she said, and I could see her
blush as she looked over at me, obviously eyeing me up and down. Lindsey leaned
in and whispered so her mother couldn’t hear “I can’t on a first date, but I
just want to suck on it,” she said and giggled softly, cupping my balls and
rubbing the head of my cock, feeling it all over. Her mom only gave me a look,
and I wondered if she knew what Lindsey had implied.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lindsey’s
attention to my cock kept me hard and very close to the edge. She ran her hands
over it, kissing me, sometimes paying attention to the movie, but she never
stopped paying attention to my needy cock, throbbing and frustrated now. My
head swam as I saw her take notice every time my cock showed signs of going
down, and she would quickly stroke me back to full strength, a process that she
repeated several times, each one making me more and more needy for it. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I gripped the
futon cover as I felt her stop right at the brink of orgasm, taking her hand
away casually to keep me from blowing. I groaned, frustrated.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Careful
Lindsey,” her mother warned.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I am…”
Lindsey said defensively. “He’s not even close.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh honey, he
is very close,” her mom said, eyeing my throbbing cock. “Just look at those
full balls. He is primed and loaded,” she said covering her mouth at her
off-color joke.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I swallowed
hard, embarrassed at these two women talking about my cock and balls. Lindsey
cupped my nuts, and felt them, squeezing and moving them around. “Wow, these
are getting full,” she said with a smile
to me. “Been enjoying yourself?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I could only
nod, precum coating my cock. She stroked me a few more times and I squirmed,
wanting it so bad. “Oh…” I moaned out, feeling my balls tense, my cock aroused.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Lindsey…” her
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Lindsey sighed
and looked down at me, hard and throbbing. She ran her hand over it a few
times. “Well I guess the movie is almost over,” she said, trailing off, feeling
me throb against her fingers. “I guess we can put it away.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I gulped.
“What…what do you mean?” I asked.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Well, it’s
late, the movie is over. I had a really nice time with you tonight. I hope…I
hope you ask me out again,” Lindsey said with a smile.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh, yeah
definitely. I want to go out with you again, too,” I said holding her hand.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“How darling,”
her mother said in what I wasn’t sure was sarcasm or not. “Time to lock him
back up, Lindsey,” she said coming over.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Wait…but…” I
said, unsure, as her mom sat next to me. Lindsey looked at me curiously.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You didn’t
think you were getting a…well you know…on the first date did you?” her mom
said, giving me a cold stare.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Well no…but.
I mean of course not, but we don’t need to put me back in it. I was just about
to leave,” I said, worried as I saw her mom getting the cage out and opening it
up for me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“And that’s
exactly why we’re caging you. We can’t have you going home and doing…what all
college boys do when they get home. I’m amazed they don’t have to clean out the
pipes daily,” she said, shaking her head.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Wait…but you
can’t send me home in that thing,” I said, looking to Lindsey.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lindsey just
smiled at me. “Don’t worry. It’s not like you’re the kind of guy that does that
anyway,” she said, putting a hand on my thigh.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“No you’re
not, are you,” her mom said, with a knowing look to me. “You’re a nice boy who
would never jerk off after dating a nice girl like Lindsey huh?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Good for
you,” her mom said, and cupped my balls. “Now just relax big boy and I’ll use
an old trick to get you into this cage.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lindsey only
smiled, naïve surely as her mom squeezed and crushed my balls in her hands. I
squirmed and yelped but Lindsey just comforted me as I felt my balls compressed
with almost machine-like strength. Her mom squeezed until I went soft, or at
least soft enough and then I felt her slide the cage back onto me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lindsey kissed
my cheek and touched my chest as her mom locked me in place, with a little too
much arrogance for my liking, but there was nothing I could do. I wanted
another date with Lindsey, and I didn’t want to mess up the first opportunity
I’d had to get with a girl in a serious relationship. So I let them pull my
pants back up, my balls aching a lot more than I’d ever been used to. I don’t
know if I’d ever had blueballs before, but you certainly know when you have
them. After so much teasing, I could barely walk they ached so much. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I tried to be
as polite as I could, and kiss Lindsey goodbye. Now locked up, her mom let us
outside of the room alone. I kissed Lindsey a few more times.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I had such a
good night you with you, Jake. Will you really take me out again?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yeah,
definitely,” I said to her, butterflies in my stomach.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Ok, good!”
she said, with a big smile. “Um, Facebook me or text me or something ok? I
can’t wait to see you again.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I smiled and
gave her a parting kiss. I watched her head back to her room and could only
wonder what Lindsey and her mom would talk about. I walked back home with a
painful set of blueballs, and it wasn’t till I got back in my room, and into
the bed, when I truly realized how stuck I was.<br />
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Normally I would have been excited to have a hot girl spend the night over. Ecstatic really. But when Rose, only about an hour ago, told me I’d have to wait until tomorrow to cum, I could already feel my balls aching. <br />
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She sat in her white button shirt, loosely and only fastened on the bottom, with her skirt spreading out over the bed. She balanced herself behind her with her hands and looked up at me eagerly.</div>
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“So?” she asked cutely.</div>
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“Yeah, they said it’s ok for you to stay over.”</div>
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“Great!” she said, enthused. “Tonight is gonna be a lot of fun.”</div>
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I gulped. It obviously would not be. “Yeah, sure,” I said nervously.</div>
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“Come sit with me on the bed,” Rose said sweetly, patting my dark blue comforter. I started moving towards her when she stopped me. “Oh, take those shorts off though.” She helped me out of my shorts so I was just in my boxers. I was starting to get hard again looking down her top as I stood in front of her. Her hands undoing my zipper and button and tugging my shorts down as enough to keep me erect and push out the fabric of my boxers.</div>
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“Haha, nice,” she said, amused as my cock twitched behind the sheet of fabric. She touched it, like a curious girl seeing a boner for the first time, prodding it and batting it around. She bit her lip and tugged my boxers down a little so that the elastic pushed on my balls. She stroked me, now fully hard. I groaned, feeling her hand move up and down my shaft smoothly. I bent over a little.</div>
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“Mmmm,” she said casually. “I love stroking you like this, right in front of my face. Man, you’re precumming a lot…I bet you wanan cum so bad, huh?”</div>
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“Oh Rose please, please, please…”</div>
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“Yeah, I bet you’d wanna cum right now, right all over my face?” She stroked me harder, moving her face closer to my impending orgasm. I moaned so loudly, wanting to shoot so bad, picturing my load on her face. I hadn’t really thought about it until she suggested it but the idea seemed very hot.</div>
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“Rose, don’t stop, make me cum!”</div>
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She stroked and rubbed and shut her eyes. “That’s right, cum for me, do it!”</div>
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I let out a scream and relaxed my muscles, feeling the cum about to burst. She reach down and squeezed my balls, laughing at my following cry of pain. The surprise and intensity almost had me on my knees, bending at my waist above her.</div>
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“Oh wow, you were really gonna blow your load on me, weren’t you?”</div>
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“I…Rose…please….”</div>
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“What? Let you cum on my face? Gross.”</div>
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“No…wherever, please I just wanna cum!” I pleaded.</div>
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“Ohhh, poor thing,” she said raking a finger on the underside of my cock. “I kinda want to try it. Katie and I were talking about it; she let her boyfriend do it to her and it sounded really hot.” She kept running her finger along the bottom of my cock, making it twitch and drip precum onto her legs. “But I’ll hold back, ok? I wanna wait until tomorrow to make you cum.”</div>
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“Please Rose, why? My balls hurt so much.”</div>
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“I know, I know. Hold on and wait for me. Maybe we should get your boxers on.” She gave my cock a kiss and tugged the boxers from my balls and on top of my cock, straining against the fabric.</div>
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“Hehe,” she giggled. “You look so silly like this, with your stiff boner exploding out of your boxers.”</div>
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I groaned and stared down her shirt which was no longer covering her right nipple. Precum was forming a sizeable wetspot. The sight of her cleavage was enough to make and my balls, well, my balls felt like they were going to fall off from their weight.</div>
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“Gosh, I’m just getting so horny,” she said sensually, cupping and squeezing her big breasts. She took my wrists and guided me to sit next to her where she started kissing me passionately. She was really starting to get into this.</div>
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She kissed me hard, pushing her tongue into my mouth forcefully, gripping my chest and arm muscles. I tried to keep up with her, moving my hands on her body, unbuttoning the bottom of her shirt and moving it away to feel her naked breasts.</div>
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“Harder, please,” she moaned against my lips, pushing against my hands. I squeezed harder, rubbing and moving her large boobs around on her chest. She went back to grabbing my cock and rubbing my thighs to torture me. “No, harder, please, go at it like you want them.”</div>
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I swallowed and tried to keep my mind away from the just-barely stimulation she was giving me at my crotch and squeezed her breasts together hard. I moved them over her chest, making her moan and breath hard into my mouth. I went at it like I was trying to pop two balloons. It felt like I was going at it too roughly and hurting her but she was enjoying it. She moaned hard and gripped my stomach and the side of my face. She reached down and rubbed my cock and squeezed my balls.</div>
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“Ah…Rose…ow, stop that hurts.”</div>
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“Shhh, be quiet or I’ll squeeze harder,” she said threateningly, rubbing my balls and squeezing them. I coughed and kept pressing my hands into her tits while we kissed. We were both groaning, but for different reasons. She loved what I was doing to her but I was groaning and almost whimpering in pain from her squeezes which seemed to grow in intensity along with her moans.</div>
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I pressed her boobs together, which she seemed to love by how hard she squeezed my balls together. I cough and couldn’t take it anymore, lowering my head.</div>
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“Awww, sorry hun. I’m just getting so turned on right now. Make me cum, all right? Please?” Before I could say anything, I felt her grab my hand from her right breast and tug it down to her skirt, lifting the pleats up and forcing my fingers past the elastic of her panties. She was burning down there and moist; my fingers found her clit and rubbed it, making her squeal and squeeze my arms against my body.</div>
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“Ohhh that’s so good, keep doing that,” she pleaded, running her hands over my chest. I fingered her harder and her hands went to my crotch, running all over it and feeling how hard I was. She ran her fingers over me, reaching down and cupping my balls. As I rubbed her crotch more, focusing on her hardening clit, her cupping turned to squeezing as her fingers wrapped around my balls and pressed them together like I was doing to her breasts.</div>
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She was moaning hard. I could see the sweat forming on her reddening forehead.</div>
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“Ah, owww, Rose…” I moaned out, trying to keep pleasuring her through the pain.</div>
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“Oh, don’t stop, please. This feels so good.”</div>
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I gritted my teeth and kept at it, feeling her hand form a vise around my nuts. It seems every time I grunted in pain she moaned out and became more and more excited, sort of digging into the bed with her hips in a rhythmic motion.</div>
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“Ohhh I’m gonna cum,” she said with her head resting on my shoulder. I squeezed her left breast hard and rubbed up and down quickly on her clit. Her moans became a harsh breathing and her hand spread itself, fortunately taking itself away from my balls, and covered my semi-hard cock and balls. Just as she was about to cum she raised her head to mine and kissed me, moaning hard into my mouth.</div>
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I was glad because I didn’t want anyone else to hear. She jostled a little and came, raising her right hand to grab her other breast. I kept going with the clit stimulation as best as I could and felt her hand rub my crotch all over, feeling how hard and swollen I was.</div>
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She hit her climax and then came down slowly, moaning at shorter intervals and kissing me on my neck. I wasn’t sure when to stop but I figured when she closed her eyes and let her head rest on my shoulder would be a good time. I rubbed my hand on her thigh and let her body collapse into mine a little bit.</div>
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“That was really nice,” Rose said quietly against my neck as her hand brushed lazily around my cock. “I came pretty hard.”</div>
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“Uh, good,” I said, looking down at her body, feeling my cock grow as her fingers played with it. She touched me all over and then began fondling my balls.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“Ohh, ah, Rose…”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“What?”</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“My balls…ow they…ow don’t do that.”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Oh sorry,” she said with a smile, looking down at them. “I guess I got a little carried away before, huh?” She stroked my cock, getting it hard for her.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Rose…”</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“What?”</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“I…please…ahhh, please,” I begged, feeling her edge me twice in a row. My balls were starting to ache again.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“What silly, tell me.”</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Rose I don’t think I can take any more teasing. My balls hurt so much.”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Aww, do they? They look really swollen and big. But it’s only been a few days, I think you can handle it,” she said with a smile, working my cock and edging me again.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Ahhh, yes Rose. Please I…I can’t take it anymore.”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Hey, keep your hands away from there!” She held my wrists tightly and pushed them back. “No touching.”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
I felt her hold my hands against the bed behind me while my cock twitched in front of me and spewed precum. I gritted my teeth as she held me still. “Rose! Seriously it hurts so much.”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“What does?”</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“My balls, ahhh, they hurt!”</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Ohh, I bet you’ve just got blueballs. Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Rose…you have…”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Shh, it’s ok. They’ll probably go away after awhile,” she said with a playful grin. “But for now, I’m going to have my fun. Do I need to keep holding your hands back?”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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I grunted and shook my head.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Good boy,” she said kindly and reached around to grab my shaft, rubbing it up and down. I groaned and squirmed, doing everything I could to resist reaching around and touching myself.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Jeez, I can’t believe I gave you blueballs again!” she exclaimed, sending her palm under my painful balls to cup them. “They must ache sooooo bad.”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Ahh, uuggghh, Rose…they…ahhh stop,” I begged as she squeezed them. I couldn’t take it anymore and reached around. This was a bad idea.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Ahhhhhh!” I screamed as I felt her fingers crush my balls.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“I told you to keep your hands away,” she said sternly as my hands hovered above my cock. She let her grip go a little and looked at me. “Or do I have to tie you up?”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Please, I’ll be good.”</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Good, I’m sure you don’t want me to squeeze your sensitive blueballs again, do you?”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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I shook my head.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Good.” She released them and went back to stroking, looking into my face deliberately. She rubbed me over and over and kept he eyes on mine as if challenging me. I whimpered and begged her to stop but she wouldn’t. She stroked and edged me. It was the edges that were the worst, making my balls full and aching.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“I…I can’t Rose.”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“What?”</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Please, I need it. I can’t help myself.”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Awww, you’re not gonna try to move again are you?” she asked with one hand stroking me and the other on my balls.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Don’t…please Rose don’t do this.”</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Just have some control. I don’t want to hurt your precious little balls.”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“I…I…” I reached forward the next time she edged me and felt another vice go across my balls. I screamed again until I put my hands back and she loosened.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“You just need some more self control,” she said easily as she bobbled my balls. “You’ll make any girl happy if you can just take a little bit of teasing.” She ran a finger up and down my shaft as it pointed in the air and leaked precum. I moaned and humped the air, much to Rose’s delight, and begged her for release.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
She edged me again and had to hold my hands back. “Do you have anything like, um, tape or something?”</div>
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<br />“Wh…what?”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Like duct tape.”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Um, yeah in the top drawer.”</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Can I leave you here and trust that you won’t touch yourself?”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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I nodded. She stood and walked over to my dresser and searched around for the tape. Bringing it back she sat next to me and spoke slowly as she stroked my cock.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“I’m gonna tape your hands behind your back, ok? It’s just to give you better self control.”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Rose, I don’t know…”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“What if I do this?” she asked as she took the sides of her white blouse and pulled them aside and away from her body to let it rest on the bed behind her. She unsnapped her skirt and let that hit the floor as well, leaving her topless and in her panties. She cupped one of her boobs and looked up at me. “Now what do you say?”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Rose, please. I’m serious. My balls really, really hurt and I need to cum.”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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She smiled. “Come on, hands behind your back.”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
I complied but kept begging. “Rose…I can’t take any more of this. You have no idea how much this hurts.”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Shhh,” she whispered softly as she started wrapping the metallic tape around my wrists. I swallowed hard and felt the sticky band go up my arm a little bit as she ripped off the roll. “Now just relax ok. I know your balls feel full and big and achy but just relax ok?”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
I gritted my teeth as she went back to stroking, pressing her naked, warm breasts into the side of my chest. Her hand rose up and down my shaft, now coated with precum, making my balls feel fuller than ever. I squirmed as I reached the edge and just as I felt like she was going to bring me over it she took her hand only inches away and giggled, watching as I struggled and begged her to stop. What was worse, now that my hands were secured behind my back, she didn’t stop. Her finger pushed against the head and rubbed a small circle there. I coughed and moaned as I felt myself reach the edge again. She continued, taking her finger off at the right time and placing it back when I was ready.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
It was excruciating; she always knew right when I was about to cum. In effect, I was kept right on the edge for who knows how long. It felt like forever, maybe five minutes, I don’t know. My cock was like a broken precum faucet.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Stop…please…no more…” I pleaded and finally she took her finger off.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“How was it?” she asked sweetly.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Owww, Rose, it hurts,” I said as her hand rubbed my balls. Did she ever stop?</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“These feel so full and tight in here. I just love blueballs, you know. Achy and bursting. I’m gonna keep edging you ok?”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Rose, no! I can’t…you…please noooo.”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
She had already started rubbing the head of my cock. Precum nearly shot out of me and I struggled harder at the tape. She giggled and nuzzled my neck, rubbing and edging me over and over again. She took my balls and tugged them down roughly. I felt the my impending orgasm subside for a little bit while Rose bent down and sucked on the head of my cock with her mouth.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Ahh, Rose…stop…Rose…ahhhh,” I complained, feeling her lips and tongue flick over the sensitive parts of my cock head. She tugged down my balls to keep my orgasm under control and kept teasing. I felt my orgasm approach and wither away over and over and finally, as the pain and ache grew so much I couldn’t take it, I started humping into her mouth. I got one or two in before I felt her hand squeeze my balls roughly. I thought she was going to pull away but instead she kept control by squeezing my balls. I couldn’t stop myself, knowing I was so close, and kept going, thrusting my cock into her warm, wet mouth. My cock slid over her tongue and leaked precum as it twitched inside of her. I moaned in pleasure at first and then grunted in pain as her fingers gripped my nuts and pushed them together.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
She didn’t do anything otherwise to stop me, keeping her lips around my cock and using her tongue on the shaft. I was so close I couldn’t stop regardless of the pain. I kept going, pushing in and out of her mouth. She was moaning in pleasure while I felt my orgasm dwindle and dwindle away. Eventually, all I could feel was pain and my cock began to soften a little. I slowed and then stopped.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Rose…I…ahhhh…pleeeease let me cum.”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
She slid her mouth off and looked up at me still rubbing my balls loosely in her hands. She moved her fingers up to my shaft only to stimulate me close to the edge and then bring them back down to keep me under control.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Rose…”</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Comeon, it’s just a little teasing.”</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“I…my balls…you can’t do this anymore,” I pleaded.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
She stroked me a few more times and then stopped, resting her hand on my thigh. Her face changed, losing its smile. “Are you really not enjoying this?”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Rose! This fucking hurts!”</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Well, yeah but…look at you, you look like you’re going to cry.”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
I swallowed and looked back at her.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“I guess I forget you’re not used to this. My…well I guess…nevermind. I’m just used to being able to tease more. It’s only been a few days.”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“…Sorry,” I said feeling a little bit better now that her hand was off of me. However, my cock still twitched and ached.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“No, no. I should be sorry. I shouldn’t push you so hard, especially after your balls went through such a beating. I’ll go easy on you for the rest of the night, ok?”</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Rose…”</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
She rolled her eyes. “Fine, fine. We’ll take a break and maybe we’ll stop for the night. I just love playing with it and making you horny and twitchy for me. You have no idea.”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
I smiled, I couldn’t help it. She ran her fingernails over my thigh and looked down at my cock with that cute smile of hers. I knew she wanted to play with it. She looked back up at me and kissed me for a while a few times. I kissed her back and felt her fingers dig into my skin. She ran her hands over my abs and chest passionately. She was so gorgeous, touching me and kissing my neck. Even when she wasn’t touching me I felt my balls tighten. Just looking down at her, her cute face with that bashful smile she gets, her big breasts heaving every breath she takes, her long legs…I could feel the precum surge and spill out the top of my cock as it twitched desperately in the air.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“See? It wants me to touch it again,” Rose said in a sexy voice, rubbing her hands along my thighs.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Ugh,” I groaned, feeling her hands make me more frustrated. “I want to cum.”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Details,” she said with a giggle. “But I said we’d give it a rest and we will.” Rose scooted away and back into the bed. She put her head on the pillow and sat on her side. Topless and only her panties to cover her, I had trouble meeting her at the head of the bed without putting my hands all over her. </div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Do you think we can take the tape off now?” she asked cutely. “Or do you think you’ll ruin it for us.”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
I shook my head. “No, please. The duct tape is really uncomfortable.”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Turn over,” she instructed. I flipped over and felt her hands grab at the tape and rip it away. My arm hairs pulled with it painfully but otherwise it didn’t take long for me to ignore it and turn back around.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
I laid down facing her, my cock still rock hard. She leaned towards me and pushed me on my back and then snuggled up to me keeping our hands on my chest.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Take those off, silly,” she said to me, pointing at my pants around my knees. I reached down and tugged them off and on to the floor. We were both almost naked for each other.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“That’s better. Have you ever been naked for a girl before?”</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
I gulped. “No, not really.”</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“You just seem nervous, that’s all. You shouldn’t be, you’re not that bad looking, you know?”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Um…”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
She smiled and pushed against me more firmly. “You’re so cute. The way you try not to look at my breasts or how you look at me when I edge you.” She squeezed my hands and pushed her nose into my neck. “How are those balls doing by the way?”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“They still ache a lot,” I said with a wince. I wish she’d quit bringing it up.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
She sat up a little bit to get a good look at my crotch. “Looks like it. But I promised we’d take a break, so I won’t tease you anymore for awhile. I mean unless you want me to?”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“No…no that’s ok,” I said as calmly as possible.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
We were silent for awhile as Rose started looking around the room. “You’ve got a lot of neat stuff in here,” she said as she commented on many of my posters on the walls and other gadgets lying about the dressers. “This is a neat watch. I keep forgetting to tell you in class.”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Oh yeah, it’s actually a…” I started to say but was cut off when she manipulated it more.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Oh neat! What is this?” she said, looking at it peculiarly.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“It’s a flash drive.”</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Wow, that is really cool. A watch and a flash drive. Where did you get this?”</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Uh, some website.”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
She turned back towards me with the watch in her hand, trying it on her wrist. She seemed a little goofy and more affectionate as she ran her fingers over my chest with the watch on. It fit her loosely and dangled down her arm while she touched me and brought her fingers dangerously close to my crotch. I held my breath a little.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“What? You should relax more,” she offered, rubbing my arms. “Man, you are just stiff as a rock down here.” She reached down to squeeze my cock and hold it for a second.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Rose, please…”</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Sorry. It’s just so hard to keep my hands off of it when you’re so stiff like that. It makes me want to stroke it up and down,” she said softly as she rubbed me.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Rose, you said no more…”</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Mmmm, but I just love rubbing it and teasing you. What if I let you feel my breasts?”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Rose…” I groaned.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Ok, ok,” she said as she took her hand away and then removed the watch. “You’re right; I’m just so worked up, you know? I can’t stop thinking about sex. Let’s change the subject. I really don’t know much about you.”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Well, what would you like to know?” I asked curiously.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Ummm, well what do you do for fun?”</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Well, I guess I’m usually on my computer doing stuff or the tv playing video games.”</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“That’s cool, I guess. Which ones do you play?”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
I answered. She didn’t know anything about them. She was forcing herself not to think of sex, I could tell, but it wasn’t working. Her eyes often drifted down to my cock which made it stiffen and make it impossible for me to force soft.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
I, too had the problem of keeping my eyes on her face. Her chest drew my eyes like magnets. She noticed.</div>
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“Maybe being naked was a bad idea. Do you want to get dressed? I mean, if we really are going to stop for the night, I guess it makes sense,” she offered.</div>
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“Yeah, that’s a good idea.” Funny, I never would have pictured myself accepting a girl putting on her clothes. Nevertheless we got dressed again. I couldn’t help but watch her stuff her big breasts into her bra and slip up her panties over her curvy ass. She giggled when she saw the protrusion from my boxers throbbing humorously. My balls were still killing me but I managed to put on some shorts while she re-dressed in her white button-up top but left her skirt on the ground. I stayed shirtless with only a pair of shorts, tight and snug around my crotch, to conceal me.</div>
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We sat against the headboard with pillows against our backs. We both started to speak at the same time.</div>
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“You first,” she insisted.</div>
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I sighed. “Rose, I’ve always been wondering. Why me?”</div>
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“What do you mean?” she asked, shrugging.</div>
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“Well, I don’t seem like your type.”</div>
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“What, you don’t think cute guys are my type?”</div>
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Damn her. “No, I mean. I dunno, I’m kind of nerdy and stuff. Your last few boyfriends were like football and lacrosse players, right?”</div>
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“So?” she said. I could tell she wanted me to drop it. At least now that we were clothed, she held less power over me.</div>
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“So…why me?”</div>
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She sighed and looked away from me, focusing her attention on a poster on my wall. “Look, I used to be into that kind of guy. Big, strong, confident. Sarah and Katie and me always used to go out with the same types and be in the same crowd. But I don’t know, I’m just not into it very much anymore, you know?” she turned her head back to mine and showed me a side of her face I hadn’t seen before.</div>
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I really didn’t know. “Yeah, I guess,” I said, trying to get her to continue.</div>
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“I suppose I’ve been drifting away from them late junior year and now this year, I don’t know…we never go to parties anymore. I just don’t feel like it, it’s never really been my thing.” I was about to nod or say something when she kept going as if she had broken past an obstacle. “I just felt really pressured and stuff back in freshmen year to fit in and all that. I don’t mean anything bad about them, but it’s just, I don’t know, they like to go out and get drunk and have sex and I just don’t feel like it.”</div>
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“Yeah…”</div>
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“And I guess that’s why I liked you so much. You never did any of that stuff. You’re cute and kind of shy. I could tell you were attracted to me. I’ve got to admit at first I didn’t really give you a second look but when we started working on stuff together, I realized you were really cool about helping me. You weren’t just doing it to get in my pants.”</div>
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“Well, no I mean…” I stuttered and trailed off. It was hard to recall that far back but I was pretty sure I was doing it just to have a chance to talk to such a hot girl.</div>
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“I just thought it was so sweet. I mean even when I was throwing myself at you, you didn’t make any moves on me. Trust me, a first date with my usual boyfriends leads to me putting out.”</div>
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“Putting out…but I thought…”</div>
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“Well, I didn’t mean it like that. Sarah and I have been teasing guys since freshmen year and that was before they knew any better. Now it’s so difficult, we almost need to tag team them or else they start getting pushy.”</div>
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Was she just going out with me as an easy target? Someone who wouldn’t fight back? I shook my head internally and kept listening.</div>
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“Sarah got much worse though, as time went on. She really got into ballbusting and all that. I mean, I like it too, you know that,” she said with a grin. “But I’m not into it like hardcore. You know, like she could go the whole time just ballbusting. I’d rather things be a bit more…intimate.”</div>
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I agreed. I couldn’t imagine being Sarah’s boyfriend. Or even being with Sarah just more than once…</div>
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“Yeah,” I said. “I can see that.”</div>
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“Sorry, am I talking too much? I just feel that Sarah’s always been, you know, ‘in charge’ and that Katie and I just follow her. Well, I don’t like that really. Like the time before when she wanted me to do those things in front of them. I’m still really sorry about that. But it was stuff like that. But now I’m worried because she’s starting to get really resentful.”</div>
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“Resentful?”</div>
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“Well, she hates that I’m keeping you to myself. We used to share all the time and now that I’m not she’s getting angry. I feel bad because she’s taking it out on you.”</div>
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“Yeah,” I muttered, recalling back when Katie and Sarah tortured me.</div>
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“But it’s hard. I’m not used to this. I wish you’d stand up for yourself more.” She leaned into me, her eyes almost begging. “I just hate to see you hurt.”</div>
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Talk about melting my heart. “Well, Rose, what am I supposed to do?”</div>
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She sighed. “Never mind. I guess I need to talk to them. Sorry, it’s just…sorry.”</div>
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I left it at that, not really sure what to say. I mean, how was I supposed to defend myself against two girls who weren’t afraid of hitting below the belt? I’m not really all that strong and one blow to my balls and I’m down. I wasn’t sure what Rose expected of me.</div>
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“Sorry,” she repeated. “Let’s change the subject. Tell me about your high school days.”</div>
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“Well, I don’t know. I’ve got some friend from Junior High that I hang out with. We usually just do video games.”</div>
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“Is that all you ever do?” she asked with a smile.</div>
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“I could say the same thing about you and…partying,” I said quickly. She gave me a playfully stern look and held her hand in a fist over my crotch.</div>
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“Watch it, mister.”</div>
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I chuckled. “Well, no seriously, I guess I just took classes and hung out with my friends. I don’t know there’s not much to tell.”</div>
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“What about girlfriends?”</div>
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“Well, I guess, I don’t know if she counted. I went on a date with this one girl in sophomore year, but, she wasn’t interested. I really didn’t go out with any girls.”</div>
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“Why not?”</div>
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I shrugged. “For the same reason all girls aren’t interested.”</div>
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“That’s silly. You shouldn’t say things like that.”</div>
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“But they’re true,” I complained.</div>
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“Well, I’m interested,” she said, taking her outstretched hand and putting it on my stomach. “Maybe you just had to wait a bit…”</div>
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“Well, it was worth it,” I said, a lump forming in my throat. She moaned out a little and leaned in to kiss me. I kissed her back and felt her hand run over my stomach and chest.</div>
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I felt myself get hard. She did, more literally as she grabbed me through my pants. She moaned out at the touch and immediately reached in to fish it out. I groaned hard and felt her stroke me as she undid the buttons on the shorts. She them down my thighs and tucked my boxer’s elastic under my swollen balls.</div>
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“Rose…”</div>
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She bit her lip. “Sorry…should I stop?”</div>
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I thought for a moment. My balls were getting tight and aching and my cock was so ready to cum. I had been denied what seemed forever and now she was about to edge me once more.</div>
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“No, it’s ok…go ahead,” I said cringing. She smiled.</div>
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“Ok, just sit back and relax.”</div>
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I let my head go behind me and felt her soft palm and small fingers run over my shaft, milking the precum out. I grunted and felt myself get close quickly. After the prolonged teasing she did before, it didn’t take long for me to get close. I clenched my hips and felt myself approach and the nearly expected frustration as she took her hand away.</div>
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She ran just a finger over my shaft, keeping me frustrated and achy. I moaned out loud and gritted my teeth. She giggled and kept up the stimulation. For some reason I felt more complacent as she stroked me. I felt like instead of her torturing me, that it was something romantic to let her tease my cock. Maybe I was going insane, maybe her words made me see a better side of her. Maybe all the blood rushing to my cock was draining my brain, but no matter what the reason I felt like each edging was as pleasurable as an orgasm. Maybe not exactly the same but it felt good. I can’t describe it.</div>
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The teasing went on and left me panting and moaning for more. She was relentless, pushing me even harder and closer as the night went on. Soon, it approached 1am, and I could tell she was getting tired. So was I, the teasing was exhausting.</div>
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We both decided it was best to go to bed. I lay next to her, us keeping slight contact with my hand around her waist. My cock stayed hard for the whole night and I found it near impossible to go to sleep. She too varied her breathing and I could tell she was awake for much of the night too. There must have been something on her mind keeping her up. It would have to wait until tomorrow.</div>
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Katie helped me up. I had been asleep, and the clock read close to 11. Fortunately, my clothes had been put on before I shut my eyes. At least I didn’t have to be embarrassed by Sarah’s family, too.</div>
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My arm went around Katie. I was about to question where Sarah was, but decided I should just be happy I didn’t know. Katie helped me through the house. My balls were killing me, every step I took made them bobble around, knock into each other and causing tremendous pain.</div>
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Katie put me in the driver’s seat and turned on the ignition for me.</div>
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“You think you can get yourself home?”</div>
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I swallowed and nodded and put my weak hands on the wheel.</div>
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“Ok, good. Don’t crash or anything.”</div>
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The door shut and I took a deep breath. There was a knock on the window. I turned my head and looked at Katie, looking down at me. I could see down her dark blue tank top. I rolled down the window.</div>
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“Hey before you go…” she started, looking at me. She was silent for a few seconds and finally I asked, “what?”</div>
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“…Nevermind, I guess. Have a safe trip home.”</div>
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I sighed, as I watched her leave back into the house. I put the car in reverse and headed back home to my bed. Hopefully my balls would feel better in the morning.</div>
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They didn’t. Well not entirely; they felt a little better. I could walk on my own, but the pain was still there, making me waddle through the halls. It was embarrassing, my friends asked me what happened. Some girls gave funny looks my way.</div>
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Rose wasn’t in math class, in fact I hadn’t seen her all day. Although I missed her body next to me, which always gave me something to look at during the boring lectures, I shrugged it off. Probably nothing important.</div>
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I got to my car at the end of the day. Gym had been horrible, absolutely terrible. I don’t even want to talk about it.</div>
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My cell rang about halfway home and I answered it, parked at a red light.</div>
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“Hey it’s me,” Rose said on the other line.</div>
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“Hey Rose…what’s up?”</div>
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“Oh, we were just playing hooky today. It was a lot of fun. Sorry I didn’t tell you, it was pretty last-minute. I didn’t want to call you in class either and I…”</div>
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“It’s ok Rose. Are we still on for tonight?”</div>
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I could hear Rose talk to the other people around her faintly. I couldn’t make out what she was saying.</div>
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“Of course, um, do you want to pick me up or something?”</div>
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“Sure, where are you?”</div>
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“I’m just at Sarah’s house, do you need directions?”</div>
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“N…yeah, go ahead.”</div>
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“Ok,” Rose said as she guided me down the familiar roads. I pulled into Sarah’s driveway and got out, trying to hide the pain between my legs. I knocked on the door.</div>
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Sarah opened the door with a big smile on her face. I tried my best, but she had this very revealing and low-cut shirt on, with cleavage that dove down her chest that instantly took my eyes with it.</div>
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“Hey,” I said.</div>
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“Hey there, do you want to come in, or just stare at my chest some more?”</div>
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She led me inside, Katie and Rose were sitting around on the floor, their backs to the couches around them, eating ice cream. Sarah sat back in her spot and took her bowl and spoon.</div>
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Rose stopped giggling long enough to look up at me. Did all girls on their days off wear revealing clothes? Katie had on really short shorts, like ones you’d wear to bed or something and Rose had this frilly skirt that went up her thigh and a buttoned-shirt thing that showed off a lot of her boobs.</div>
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“Hey, so ready to go?” Rose asked eagerly.</div>
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“You’re leaving right away?” Sarah asked disdainfully.</div>
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“Yeah, what’s the big deal?”</div>
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Sarah glared at Rose, but shrugged it off smiling. “Oh no biggie, have fun tonight.”</div>
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Rose frowned for a second but hopped up and came over to me, her breasts bouncing in her very unsupportive top. She linked arms with me and hurried me to the car.</div>
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“So how was school today?” she asked as she sat in the passenger’s seat. Her hand went on my arm and she leaned close to me.</div>
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“Boring,” I said, feeling her so close to me.</div>
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“Well don’t worry, tonight is going to be a lot more fun.”</div>
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So…you mean I get to cum, right? That’s what that means, right? I wanted to ask her. I kept silent, of course, and drove out of the driveway.</div>
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“Can we go to your place?” Rose asked. “I don’t want my parents around.”</div>
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“Uh, yeah that’s fine.”</div>
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“Your parents don’t mind, will they? I mean…” Rose paused, as if she was going to trail off. I started to say something and she continued. “I mean, well, we need to keep the door closed.”</div>
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“Oh, yeah, it’ll be fine,” I said, my voice a few octaves higher than I wanted it to be.</div>
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Rose curled in closer to me, and leaned across the emergency break. I kept my eyes on the road, despite the distracting amount of cleavage from her white shirt.</div>
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We practically ran, which made my balls hurt so much, towards my house. Rose was leading me quickly, eager to be inside and then up the stairs. I barely had time to say hi to my mom who was watching tv on the couch.</div>
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Rose closed my door behind me.</div>
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“Sorry about the mess,” I said, hastily cleaning up what I could.</div>
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Rose stood with her hands on her hips, looking around my room. She looked skeptically at all of my anime stuff and figurines on the dressers. There were clothes all over the floor but it seemed Rose only cared if the bed was cleared off. I made the bed haphazardly, enough so that we could both be on top of it. I laid down, my head on the pillow and Rose got on the bed next to me. I got a good look down her shirt as she laid down a few inches further down than me.</div>
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She climbed up and rested herself halfway on top of me, pushing her breasts against my stomach.</div>
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“You’re sure your parents won’t come in?”</div>
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I almost wish they would. They wouldn’t even believe it. “Yeah, don’t worry.”</div>
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She smiled. It was cute, her smile, it seemed like as her eyes looked into mine that I could completely forget about all the teasing and her friends’ ballbusting. She leaned in closer and kissed me, sweetly, running her hand through my hair. I put my hand on the small of her back and the other on her hip and we kissed for awhile. We frenched, a little bit, it felt so good to have her in my arms and kissing me. I got the courage to reach down and feel her right breast. She didn’t object, she squeezed my shoulder and started feeling my chest and stomach, running her hand up my shirt across my bare skin.</div>
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The thing is, I was enjoying the experience, really, who wouldn’t? But with my balls in such a painful state I was barely getting hard. Even with both my hands now on her big breasts, squeezing them, running themselves along the edge of the fabric and under to feel her up. She wasn’t wearing a bra, which was awesome and the feel of her lips on my neck and chest as she pulled my collar down felt even better.</div>
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We got our shirts off. Even after teasing me and displaying me to her friends, she still seemed self conscious about being topless in front of me. She didn’t cover up but she bit her lip and flushed a little bit in her cheeks as her breasts, firm and shapely, wobbled on her chest as she knelt above me.</div>
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I stared at them, I don’t think I would ever get tired of looking at her nearly-perfect breasts. She giggled a little bit, nervously and kept her eyes away from mine. I took her a little bit above her waist and brought her closer to me, feeling them press against my bare chest and I kissed her neck and shoulders. </div>
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Her breasts massaged my neck as I kissed. Finally she scooted up and let them dangle in front of my face. I kissed them, licked and sucked on her nipples. She ran her hands through my hair gently, supporting my head and letting my mouth have its way with her. She moaned, as I’m sure I would have if my mouth wasn’t occupied. And finally she scooted down, I could feel them wet my stomach, and kissed me more. She reach down and unzipped my pants without looking, her lips still locked on mine. She opened them up and slid them down a bit, just off of my waist and tugged the elastic of my boxers down. Her hand wrapped around my cock.</div>
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She stopped kissing.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“Is something wrong?” she asked.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“I…I’m just a little nervous.”</div>
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Rose raised her head a little above mine and looked into my eyes. “Well…relax, ok?” She rubbed my cock, still staring at my eyes intently. “I want you big and hard for me.”</div>
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I gulped and tried to will myself hard. The pain was still in my balls and even her gentle strokes, which felt so good, could barely help within the shadow of my swollen balls.</div>
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She went through the motions for a minute or two and I could see the frustration on her face. She got me to put my hands on her breasts, which I complied with happily. I really wanted to get myself hard.</div>
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She kissed me and rubbed faster. “Comeon…get it up.” Then she did the worst thing she could have. She grabbed my balls and massaged them. Normally I would have welcomed the stimulation, but in the state my balls were in, I yelped…loudly.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“What?” she asked, concerned, taking her hand away.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“Sorry…it hurt.”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“They felt swollen, are you sure you’re ok?”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“No I’m fine it’s just…ahhhh.”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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She put her hand on them again and felt them. “They are swollen, did someone kick you in the balls or something?”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“Rose, no probably…ahhh…from all the teasing.”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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Rose let her hand back on my cock but kept her stare. “Sarah and Katie didn’t get to you did they?”</div>
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I swallowed. “Um…well…”</div>
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Her eyes squinted. “Why didn’t you tell me!?”</div>
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“I…Rose…”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“I can’t believe this. I told them specifically not to touch you, and what do they do?” She was furious. She went back to kneeling above me, not even thinking about her nudity anymore. “…Bitch!” She finally said after taking a few breaths. “And why didn’t you tell me?”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“I…Rose…please, I meant to, I just…”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“What?”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“Well they told me that they’d…”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“So lying to me was more important than getting your balls busted. How long were you going to wait? Or were you never going to tell me?”</div>
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“Rose,” I said, at a loss for words. “I’m sorry.”</div>
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She folded her hands across her breasts and turned her head to the side. She was clearly upset. I couldn’t tell if it was more about the girls or at me. </div>
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I took a few breaths, my cock, only semi-hard, went completely soft.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“Look,” she said, turning back to me. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell like that.”</div>
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I wasn’t too sure what to say.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“I just got really upset,” she said. “They promised me they wouldn’t do anything to you, I thought you and I were going to be different.”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“Well…”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“You should have stood up to them. How is this going to work if you’re going to get snatched away from me everytime I’m not around?”</div>
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“Rose, how was I supposed to stop them?”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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She looked like she wanted to say something and then stopped herself, explicitly changing the subject. “You also should have told me, too. How can I trust you when you won’t tell me something like that?”</div>
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“Rose…I,” I stuttered. She looked so angry. She took my balls in her hand firmly. I winced, with my balls already sore, even her gentle touch seemed like a harsh squeeze. Her finger gripped them and I felt a slight compression. She lowered her eyebrows, giving me an expression of anger like she was going to squeeze the life out of my balls. Then she let go, taking her hand away like from a hot stove.</div>
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Rose sighed and brushed the wild hair from her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she said, exasperated. “I’m just so angry at them, I don’t mean to take it out on you.”</div>
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“It’s…ok,” I said meekly, still afraid of her anger which hadn’t yet subsided.</div>
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She relaxed her shoulders. “Stop apologizing all the time. I wish you would stand up for yourself, you know?”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“I’m…”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“No, stop it. How do you expect Sarah and Katie to leave you alone when you can’t even stand up to me?”</div>
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I was at a loss for words. I had seen Rose so passionate or irritated before. I didn’t know what she wanted from me. What was I supposed to do against two girls who weren’t afraid to exploit my male weakness?</div>
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“Whatever…” she said, unstraddling her legs and laying down on the bed next to me. I felt a little awkward, my cock still exposed, completely soft and sitting there. I reached down and pulled my boxers up, figuring that was enough.</div>
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I gave it a minute or two, still unsure of what to do. Rose was just lying next to me on the bed, looking to the ceiling. I turned on my side towards her.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“Rose?”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“I’m just worried. I like you a lot, you know. But I don’t know how we’re supposed to have a relationship.” She sighed again and looked off to the side as if she wanted to say more.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“Well, Rose, I just don’t know what I should have done. I mean, they were both there.”</div>
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Rose turned on her side to me. Her finger traced a smile circle in my bedspread. “Plenty of guys don’t get ballbusted by them.”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“But why me?”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“We’ve always shared our boyfriends,” Rose explained. “Back in freshmen year, we used to have parties, tying them up and playing with them. It was more teasing than the busting we do now. But either way, we’d always share.”</div>
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I gulped, imagining what my life would be like if I had met Rose a year earlier.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“So, why don’t you guys do that anymore?”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“Oh, we do. But…”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“What?”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“Well, it’s not that I don’t want to share…I just…I just don’t want to share you.”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“Why?”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“It’ll sound stupid.”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“No, tell me,” I pressed.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“I…I think you’re a great guy and I just don’t want to.”</div>
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I know a lot of guys have trouble understanding women but that seemed pretty clear that she wanted to avoid the topic. It troubled me, why she had so much trouble talking to me. And even moreso, why she could tease me and bust my balls but not talk to me about serious issues.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I’ll meet with Sarah and Katie and tell them about all this.”</div>
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“Ok,” I said.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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Although we lay less than a foot apart, there was as mile of silence between us for the next few minutes as Rose’s eyes focused on her finger circling the bedspread.</div>
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She squeezed the fabric. “Ugh, I hate this. I didn’t want us to fight.”</div>
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Again, I was unsure of what to say.</div>
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She looked into my eyes. “Plus…I’m still kinda horny,” she said with a sheepish smile.</div>
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I returned the smile. She propped herself up with her arm and laid her other on top of my shoulder. She moved closer and I let my body relax and my back against the bed. She got on top of me and looked down, her hair tickling my cheeks. Her big breasts showed again, as she sat on top of me which made my cock stir slightly.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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She giggled, “I love when you stare at my boobs.”</div>
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<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
So did I. She leaned down and kissed me, keeping her lips close to mine as we made out again and soon I could feel her tongue reach into my mouth. We continued like this, kissing, while my hands ran along her back for awhile.</div>
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She moaned and raised her head. “Why aren’t you feeling my breasts?”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“Um…” before I could finish she took my hands and put them on her firm breasts. I could feel them, big and firm. I pressed them together and rubbed them, drooling over how firm and big they felt in my hands. She watched me; her smile grew as she watched me.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“What?” I asked.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“Nothing,” she said with a laugh. “You’re just so cute when you play with them. No, don’t stop!”</div>
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I squeezed harder. She moaned and then went back down to kiss me more, her hands around in my hair and neck. I took my hands and went down to the bottom stomach and slid them up her belly to grip her bare breasts. I squeezed them, rubbing my hands over them and feeling her hard nipples on my palms.</div>
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“Mmmmm,” she moaned, kissing me harder. I played with her nipples, which made her moan and grind into me harder. Her tongue was running circles around mine. I was giving her big breasts, nice firm squeezes, rubbing them around. But her hands and tongue were all over me. She was moaning loudly and rubbing her waist against me. Her passion was making my cock hard, finally. </div>
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She reached back and put her hand into my boxers. She moaned even louder, squeezing my neck as she ran her hand over my boner. Her fingers fluttered over it, tickling it, making it harder. She gripped the shaft of it and ran her fist up and down. It was my turn to moan out in pleasure, feeling her amazing hands on my cock.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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We were both moaning, kissing each other hard, my hands rubbing and manhandling her breasts even harder now and her hand stiffening my cock.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“Mmm, I want you so bad,” she muttered breathlessly, her lips only an inch from mine. “Have you ever touched a girl before?”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“What do you…oh, uh, no.”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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She swallowed. “Give me your hand.” She took my right hand from under my shirt and helped it to her skirt. She undid it and let it slip down her legs. Her hand was gentle but forceful in how it brought my fingers down under the waistband of her panties and into the warmth inside. Her fingers stayed on my wrist and guided me with her moans and unintelligible words.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“There…lower…no back…mmmmm yeah there, rub there.” I rubbed my fingers across her clitoris, using two fingers up and down the hard pebble. She moaned even louder. She kept her eyes shut and I watched her bite her lip, moaning as I rubbed her. Her other hand pushed my left hand into her breast and made me squeeze her. I gripped her breast hard and rubbed her pussy. She was open-mouthed, groaning in pleasure. I went to kiss her neck, which drove her wild. I had to kiss her on the lips so that no one would hear us. I kissed her, unreturned and rubbed harder. She moaned into my mouth and came, scrunching her face and shuddering her muscles against mine.</div>
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She screamed into my mouth more, and collapsed on me, pinning my between us. She breathed hard in my ear, my hand smushed against her firm breast. She whispered in my ear.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“Mmmm, that felt sooo good. You have no idea.” She sort of nibbled and kissed my jawbone. “So much better when you do it.”</div>
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She got up a little, enough for me to free my hands. I put them on her arms as she sat on my stomach, red in the face and breath deliberate. “How are you doing back there?” she asked, taking her hand behind her and feeling around for my cock. “Ohhh, I like that, you’re nice and hard for me.”</div>
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I gave a nervous smile. Her eyes stayed away from mine, still dreamy-looking as her hand crept under my boxers and took a hold of my naked cock. Her fingers felt it, not really jerking me off, just prodding and touching it, feeling how hard I was. She tugged my boxers down along with my pants down my thighs. She turned her body to look behind her and wrapped her hand around me and jerked my cock off, milking precum from it. </div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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I relaxed my head against the pillow and let my eyelids go loose as I felt her hand soothing the pain I’ve been feeling in my groin. Her hand was slow, meant to pleasure me, getting me harder.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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She stopped to turn back to me. Her hands reached to grab her breasts and squeeze them, playing and bobbling them in her hands. Her big breasts jiggling from lack of support. I let out a grunt, watching them bobble a little on her chest.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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Her lips formed a smile, watching my eyes ride down her cleavage and off the uplifted nipples. I felt my cock get much harder.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“I love when you stare at them like that,” she said, teasing me. She held her arms close to her body and shook her torso back and forth, causing her breasts to wobble with her. My cock leaked a good deal of precum and my balls tensed. I was able to ignore the ballbusting pain but the feeling of her hand and the sight of her large breasts replaced it with blueball pain, tight and aching in my swollen groin.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“Stay right there,” she said, holding my arms to the bed and sliding down my body. I felt her breasts rub down my chest and stomach and her hard nipples touch either side of my cock as it was barely grazed by her cleavage. </div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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She lay close to my body, sort of on her side against my left leg. She relaxed and let her hand touch my shaft again, rubbing it lazily. “Mmm, you’re rock hard,” she muttered casually, sliding her fingers up and down its length, as if milking it of its precum. I curled my toes. I was getting close, surprisingly; I didn’t think after barely being able to walk today that I would be getting so close with her. She ran her palm over the top, smoothing it out, rubbing my balls gently.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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I clenched my eyes and groaned.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“Aww, I bet these are still pretty sensitive,” she said, rubbing and massaging my balls. I couldn’t tell if their soreness or fullness was causing me the most pain but either way I flinched everytime she stimulated them. She was clearly enjoying the reaction she got out of me, continuing to play with my balls. It was when she squeezed them that I yelped a little.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“Ahhh, Rose!”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“Hehe, what? They’re fun to play with.”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“It hurts though…”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“Awww, your blueballs are all ouchies?” she chided. “Ok, ok, I’ll go easy on you today.”</div>
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I exhaled, feeling her hand back on my cock, rubbing it and jerking it. “I am glad to see you get hard though,” she said looking at it. “I was worried I wouldn’t be able to play with it.”</div>
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I swallowed, feeling it rubbed. It felt great, for sure, but I wasn’t getting any closer to orgasm.</div>
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As if reading my mind, “But you aren’t getting very close. I showed you my tits and rubbed it a lot, you usually edge a few times by now.”</div>
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“Sorry, it’s just…”</div>
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“Stop apologizing.”</div>
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“My balls hurt…” I said weakly.</div>
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“That’s ok, we can always make you cum later.”</div>
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“No! I mean, please Rose I’d like to keep trying.”</div>
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“Oh really? Well, maybe I can come up with something.”</div>
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I looked down at her and took a deep breath. I was nervous, as she slid her body, snake-like, up mine, her right breast on my thigh and the other hanging down between my legs. She took my cock, still hard and stiff and kissed it, running her lips half-kissing their way down to my balls. She kissed each testicle, and then let her tongue slide up my shaft slowly and to the head. Her warm tongue licked a few more times and then swirled around my head.</div>
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I was moaning loudly, just the kissing and licking feeling so good. I kept silent, not sure what to say and not wanting to disturb or cause interruption to the good feeling. Her eyes opened and met with mine, holding my cock at her lips, her tongue on the top of it. She gave the slightest of smiles and took the head inside, pushed gently between her lips. Her tongue licked around it, covering it with warmth and pleasure. I shuddered a little as she enveloped me, feeling pleasure overtake me. </div>
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“Ohhhh, Rose, that feels so good,” I said as she stuffed my cock deeper into her mouth. She took more than the head in and sucked, using her tongue on it. I twitched and shuddered at the feeling.</div>
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She kept eye contact with me as she slid her lips. I moaned out more, feeling the cum rise from my aching balls. My hips lifted off the bed a little and she took my cock out of her mouth and placed a hand over the damp shaft to stroke it gently.</div>
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“Ughh,” I grunted, feeling my balls clench. Her fingers were light and kept me on the edge and kept my balls full.</div>
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She smiled, her face very near my crotch as she gave me those painful strokes. I squirmed a little, feeling so close. She giggled at me, wriggling on the bed, begging her for release.</div>
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“I guess I fixed your balls, huh?” she chided.</div>
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“Ohhh yes, please, that felt so good Rose.”</div>
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“Please what?”</div>
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“Please let me cum, my balls feel so bad.”</div>
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“I bet you’ve got blueballs, they definitely feel swollen.”</div>
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I swallowed, her hands squeezing my balls as if to test how ripe they were. Her index finger and thumb held each one and clamped. “Wow, they are swollen, really hard too.”</div>
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“Ah…ow Rose,” I said grimacing, her playful fingers now causing me real pain, squeezing and squishing my hard, aching balls.</div>
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“You know what I really want to do with you?” Rose asked slyly, rubbing my cock and playing with my balls. I groaned, moaning for her to continue. “I really wanna leave you with blueballs soooo bad.”</div>
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“Rose…Rose no, oww, stop squeezing. Please, you can’t leave me with blueballs again.”</div>
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“Oh but I want to so bad, look at them. So swollen and full for me, how could I empty these?”</div>
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“Ahhh, Rose comeon, please…” I begged her with my eyes. She cooed, licking my cock and rubbing my balls.</div>
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“Oh this is so difficult. Can’t you wait one more day for me? I can’t imagine how frustrated you’ll be tomorrow. What if I promised to give you head? Hm? I bet you’d love that, shooting your huge load in my mouth?”</div>
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“Well…no! No way Rose, I’m not waiting another day. My balls hurt way too much.”</div>
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“Mmmm, definitely tomorrow. They’re going to ache so bad for me tonight!”</div>
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“Rose, no,” I said, trying to be as assertive as possible.</div>
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She smiled, but only for a moment, because the next she slapped my balls. I screamed and she slapped them again. “I’m sorry hun, I said tomorrow didn’t i?”</div>
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“Rose…ow please, that hurts.”</div>
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“I know,” she said, batting them playfully. “But I want you to wait till tomorrow and I thought I heard you say no to me?”</div>
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“I…Rose…” I begged. She grabbed my balls in her hands.</div>
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“Now what was that?” she challenged.</div>
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“Ok, ok, Saturday, please no more…”</div>
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“Good boy,” she said with a devious smile. “Now relax, I’m gonna make them full again.” For the next fifteen minutes she worked my shaft with her hand, edging me who knows how many times. I moaned and squirmed on the bed, begging for release. She kept teasing me, rubbing and playing with my balls until finally she stopped when I couldn’t take it anymore.</div>
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“This was fun, I can’t wait till tomorrow.”</div>
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“Yeah,” I coughed, red in the face and tense all over.</div>
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“Oh hey, I just thought of a great idea when I was filling up your blueballs.”</div>
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“Yeah?” I asked nervously.</div>
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“Can I sleep over?”</div>
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No! “Um, I don’t know,” I said weakly.</div>
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“Come on, it’ll be so much fun. I promise I don’t snore,” she said smiling.</div>
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“I’m sure my parents wouldn’t let me.”</div>
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“Go ask, come on, you don’t know that.”</div>
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It was a few minutes later that I was dressed and trying to get myself soft when I asked my mom and dad if she could stay over. My mom said no immediately but after awhile, my dad convinced her otherwise, winking at me when I left back upstairs.</div>
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Damnit, eighteen years and the first time my dad convinces her to let me do something it turns out to be a night full of who knows what.</div>
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Rose was already dressed back in her shorts and t-shirt and sitting on the bed expectedly.</div>
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“Oh man,” she said. “Tonight is gonna be so much fun.”</div>
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beggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496029123292410607noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006536387784256319.post-75831448712200881032008-04-19T16:33:00.000-07:002016-09-06T16:13:50.551-07:00Math Class 1-5Math Class is a fun story about a guy surprised to find himself in a relationship with one of the hottest girls in school. One element I like about this story is how Rose, his girlfriend, is torn between the pressure of her friends and her own feelings.<br />
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<o:p>Math Class Chapter 1</o:p></div>
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It was the last period of the day, math. Now I’m a pretty smart kid and I enjoy school but there was only one reason I looked forward to sitting through that class.</div>
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Rose Wechsler.</div>
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She was hot, the kind of girl that the guys talk about in the gym room, the kind guys jerk off to at night. She had curly blonde hair, a great smile, long legs, never keeping her thighs hidden and those fantastic breasts.</div>
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You can see why I was so excited that our last names were so close to each other, we’d be partners for the semester. Sweet deal.</div>
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No, I wasn’t naïve enough to think I’d have a chance with Rose, heck I had enough trouble with the nerdy girls. But hey, math isn’t so bad when you get to stare down a valley of cleavage like her’s.</div>
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For the most part she didn’t talk to me; expected. Except for borrowing my pencils (which I never got back) or asking me what time it was, it was pretty much like I didn’t exist. Again, that’s what I expected.</div>
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A week into school we got our first quiz. She got a B, I got an A. Second week, She got a C, I got an A. Our big test for the month, she got a D, I got an A.</div>
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“I don’t get any of this!” She said out loud, although not specifically directed to me as she put her right hand to her brow.</div>
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I cleared my throat “Well, you’ll do better on the next one.”</div>
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She looked over, as if I had just appeared out of thin air. “No I won’t, this stuff is too hard. If I don’t pass I won’t graduate!” She whined.</div>
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I bet you can see where this went.</div>
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“Well,” I said in my best, knight-in-shining-armor voice, “I could help you.”</div>
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She stared at me for an eternity, “Really?” She asked. </div>
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Her tone surprised me, it was cheerful, well, it at least wasn’t disdain like usual. I wish I could tell you that my bold and philanthropic behavior was the cause for her enthusiasm, but chances were she just wanted me for her grade. Whatever, I’ll take what I can get.</div>
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“Uh, yeah.” A little taken back.</div>
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“Oh good, I really need the help.” She bent over a little and my eyes went down her shirt. I could already feel my pants getting tight.</div>
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“Yeah, no problem.” I said trailing off. God her tits are hot.</div>
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“Can we do it at your place, my parents will be pissed if I bring another guy home.” She asked, curling her hair over her finger.</div>
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If you wanna get something to drink or eat, now would be the time. When you get back, yeah, that’s how long it took for me to regain consciousness.</div>
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“Hello?”</div>
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“Oh right, uh sure, no problem.” I muttered, writing my address on a slip of paper. </div>
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“Thanks.” She said, slipping it down her shirt. Ok, not really, she put it in her purse, but I can be hopeful.</div>
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An hour after I got home my mom called me down, a surprised look on her face. The first girl I’ve ever brought over and she’s a bombshell, dressed in skimpy summer clothing and holding math books with her.</div>
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“This is Rose, she’s coming over for math help.” I said, trying to get through the awkwardness as fast as possible.</div>
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“Do you two need anything?” She asked politely with a smile.</div>
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“No we’ll be fine.”</div>
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“Are you sure, I could make some-”</div>
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“Uh, thanks I think we’ll probably just get started.” I said quickly, boy was this going well.</div>
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Rose walked through the door as it was shut behind her. “My room?” I asked with a smile.</div>
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“Sure.” She said, following me upstairs.</div>
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“Make sure to leave the door open.” My mom yelled from the bottom of the stairs. Boy was she funny, like I would have any chance with her.</div>
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Nevertheless she sat on my chair and I took the bed and I asked her what she needed help with the most.</div>
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“Everything.”</div>
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“That narrows it down.”</div>
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“Hey, this stuff is impossible, how do you get by in that class…?”</div>
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I wasn’t sure what to say, plus, she had her hands on her head and she was looking in despair over her books. I was looking in pleasure over her boobs. She was wearing a yellow, tight t-shirt, nothing too revealing. Of course, her breasts filled her top like two cantaloupe and her short shorts made it seem like there was nothing on underneath.</div>
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“Well, let’s get started, chapter 1...” I began, flipping the page, this was going to be a long, hard night, for both of us.</div>
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A few days later she came over again, I helped her study for our next quiz. She wore a button-down shirt that was barely buttoned and a simple skirt. She got a C.</div>
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“Yes!” She exclaimed.</div>
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“What?”</div>
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“I got a C!” She said, the class looked at her funny.</div>
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“Good job, I’m proud of you.” I said with a nod, she smiled at me.</div>
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I finally got her to a C average in class, just barely. She gave me a big hug and I felt her breasts push into my chest. It was hard to stay soft that period. </div>
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It was turning fall and quarter finals were coming up.</div>
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“I <i>have</i> to get a C this quarter.” She said to me one day in class.</div>
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“Don’t worry you’ll be fine.” I said, shrugging it off. Actually I was worried for her, she seemed very serious about it.</div>
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We studied a lot for the final. One day I was sitting in my room, just some running shorts and a t-shirt on. The doorbell rang.</div>
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I hobbled down and opened the door, it was Rose.</div>
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“Oh, hi.” I said.</div>
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“I need help with math.”</div>
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“We’ve been studying all week.”</div>
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“I don’t understand anything.”</div>
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I sighed. “Comeon in…” I led her through the doorway.</div>
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It had been a few months and we were pretty close by now. We walked up to my room, my parents weren’t home that night. We sat on the ground and we looked over the books. She was wearing a zip-down black sweatshirt with, what appeared to be just a bra underneath. Long track pants accompanied it.</div>
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“Wow, you guys really have the heat up here, don’t you?” She said, unzipping the sweatshirt a little. I assume by now she had gotten used to my stares. This was, by far, the best view I had seen yet. I saw just a little bit of her bra and a whole lot of cleavage. I mean, seriously, a <i>ton</i> of cleavage. I wanted to reach out and feel them so bad.</div>
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I felt my cock growing. “Uh, Rose, I’m going to go change.”</div>
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She looked up with a crooked eyebrow “For what, you don’t need to change.” She said sternly, pointing at the book. It was settled.</div>
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I tried my awkwardly best to hide my boner but it was proving impossible. It didn’t help that I couldn’t stop staring at her tits, either.</div>
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She looked at my crotch and giggled. “Trouble focusing?”</div>
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My face turned red. “Uhhhh…yeah.” Covering my crotch with a nearby pillow.</div>
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“Oh” She said waving her hand nonchalantly “Don’t worry about it, I’m used to it. Plus, we’ve known each other for awhile, I trust you.”</div>
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“Yeah, I guess.” I said meekly, lowering the pillow.</div>
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“Sorry, it’s my fault. I always forget.” She said shaking her head. She reached down to zip her sweatshirt up again, tugging on the zipper. “It’s stuck.” She announced. “Come here and help me.”</div>
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“What?”</div>
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“Come here and help me.” She said more clearly.</div>
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I abandoned any attempt and concealing my stiffness and leaned over. I was getting really hard.</div>
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It wasn’t actually stuck, her breasts were too big to get the zipper back up. Yes, I was very turned on right now.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She took her hands of the zipper and pushed on the sides of her breasts. “Ok, zip me up.”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Sure, Rose, lemme just recover from my heart attack.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Uh, ok.” I reached over and tugged on the zipper, it wasn’t budging.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“No, you’re not doing it right. Here,” She took my hands abruptly and placed them on either side of her breasts. Ok, now I was going to have a heart attack. She pressed my hands in and held them there.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Harder.” She said. I mashed them together. She tugged on the zipper a few times and got it back up. “Ok, thanks.” She said. “Um, you can let go now.” </div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I sat back for a second and felt my balls tighten, god I was close. I really needed to jerk off.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh my.” She said with wide eyes, staring at my cock poking through the fabric. “Sorry.” She said, trying to repress her laughter.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I guess I forget what these things do to a guy.” She said with a smile. And with ‘do’ and ‘guy’ she patted my crotch apologetically. </div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My body clenched and I could already feel it. My shorts were only made of a porous, mesh material. My cock twitched and throbbed and shot out its load in all its pent-up power. White cum shot through the fabric to my stomach and the rest dribbled through the mesh down to the floor.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh! Oh my!” She exclaimed, watching with increased attention, her hand only a few inches away from the blast zone.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Sorry about that.” She said with a laugh.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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Chapter 2</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Ok so, by this point, I was completely embarrassed. I mean, Rose knew I had the hots for her, but you can just imagine how red my face turned when I came right in front of her, fully clothed just from a simple tap of her hand.</div>
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</div>
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Although she laughed it off, I insisted that she leave. I was just so embarrassed, you know? She took it kind of offensively and the next day in class was pretty awkward, leaving us both silent with each other.</div>
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</div>
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I felt bad about it, I didn’t <i>mean</i> to cum all over my pants. Plus it was her fault for making me touch her breasts...right?</div>
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</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Well regardless, the next week or so was just us making small talk and discussing math issues amongst each other when the teacher wasn’t instructing. I frowned Friday when she got another test back with a C- on it.</div>
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</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I wasn’t concerned about that particular test, it was a low grade, granted, but next Monday were the Quarter Finals and if she didn’t pass those, she’d be looking at...well to be honest I wasn’t really sure why she wanted to pass math so bad. I mean, she had another quarter to work with and a D+ wasn’t the end of the world.</div>
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</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She sighed and brushed her long hair behind her ear. I knew she was upset about her score and nervous about Monday. I wish I was better at comforting people and usually I just stayed silent in these situations, preferring not to make them worse. Unfortunately, it didn’t always work out that way.</div>
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“So what, you’re not going to say anything to me?” Rose asked with a distraught tone.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“A…a C- isn’t that bad.” I tried to console her.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Yes it is! My grades are going down, if I don’t pass the final Monday I’m screwed, my dad is going to kill me!” Her volume was raising, which drew the attention of the rest of the classmates.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I put my hand on her shoulder to quiet her, and yeah I did look down her shirt a little. Just because I was comforting her, doesn’t mean I can’t get anything back in return does it?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Look Rose, I’ll help you ok? Why don’t we study this weekend?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Rose looked at me with complaint. Her expression said what she was afraid to. We were both thinking of the last time she was over at my place to study.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Rose,” I began, taking my hand off and removing my gaze from her chest. “I promise, it’ll just be for studying.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She sighed. “Ok, fine.”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Late Sunday night she came over in a loose-fitting sweatshirt and long, baggy sweatpants. Of course, even in such blatantly prudish clothing, she looked amazing. Her smile at the front door as she held her books against herself made my knees weak.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
We should have started earlier this weekend, I thought to myself. Everytime I invited her over she always had some excuse. And although she was nice by saying she had some stuff to do with her parents, I’m sure she was partying with her friends on a Saturday night.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“My room?” I asked.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“How about the livingroom?” She countered.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fine, I wasn’t going to argue with her. We set ourselves up on the couch and placed our books and notes between us. The math was so boring I was yawning and I excused myself to get us both some energy drinks. As I sat back down Rose looked at me.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Look, I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting this week.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I narrowed my eyebrows. “What do you mean?” I mean, I knew what she meant but you know, why was she apologizing?</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“It was probably my fault, sometimes I just can’t help myself I mean you were staring down my shirt for weeks and had…you know a boner and I just couldn’t help myself but tease you a little, I didn’t mean for it to you know…go off like that.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I took a deep breath, I had been expecting a much more accusatory approach. I mean I was the one who couldn’t control himself. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I feel bad ok, do you accept my apology?” She asked sweetly.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Ok first of all, how could I possibly be mad at this bombshell? Secondly, it wasn’t even my fault!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Uh, yeah sure Rose, it isn’t a big deal.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh goodie! I was so nervous about talking to you.” She scooted a little closer to me. “A lot of guys I hang around with get really angry about this stuff.” </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
What, making them cum? I thought to myself. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“And I just really appreciate it.” She continued.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Yeah me too,” I responded. “We should really get back to the studying.” I said trying to keep focus. That focus wasn’t going to last much longer.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“So it’s ok if I get out of these ridiculous clothes, right?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Yes!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She smiled that sweet smile that brought blood to my groin and slipped off her shirt. God, what a view! She was wearing a very, very skimpy tank top with a clearly visible bra underneath. There was a massive canyon of cleavage jiggling as her sweatshirt struggled over her head and I was transfixed on them.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Maybe this was a bad idea.” She said with a giggle as she noticed my stare.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“No..I…I mean I didn’t…”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She laughed, “no, it’s ok, I can tell this is all really boring for you.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Well, she had that right, I was just surprised she went from a total prude to giving me a hardon.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She slipped off her pants too, which revealed just a pair of shorts with “Cheer” written across her shapely backside. Now you’re asking yourself, well how could you have seen that from the front? Well, she made a point of turning around and bending over to take off her pants, assumingly to drive me nuts. She was doing a great job. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
If only this math test had a section for erection-giving ability.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I gathered my tongue back into my mouth and did my best to keep on topic. “Ok, well anyway, you take uh, X and divide it by the…”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Something distracting you?” She asked innocently. She was supporting herself by her palms as she bent all the way over on the couch, bring her boobs right over the page and into my eyesight as I began explaining the problem to her.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Rose…”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“What?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My cock was going to burst out of my pants. I had never seen so much of her cleavage so close before. My eyes had fallen out of their sockets and into her cleavage and there was no way I was going to take them out.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
There was still a part of me that wanted to keep studying. At this point there was a ‘something’ a lot bigger right now that was controlling my brain at the moment.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She smiled as my mouth opened wide and I just stared down at them.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Look Rose…” Honestly, I didn’t want us to have the same problems as last time and rationally (and yeah it was a surprise I could even think rationally at this point) we needed to get back to our studies to get her passing tomorrow.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“What, should I put these away again?” She asked teasingly.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“No! I mean, yeah Rose the quarter final is tomorrow.” I said with a crack in my voice.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Awww, but these are way more fun.” She said holding them with her hands and squeezing them.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Oh my God.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I’ve got a way better idea, why don’t you just cheat for me? We sit right next to each other, it would be so easy.” She took my head in her hands, placing her thumbs on my temples. Her gentle hands guided me closer to her chest to get a closer look. “Comeon, what do you say?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ch-cheating?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Her grip on my head tightened and she brought me so close to her I could smell her strong perfume without even breathing in.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ok, uh sure.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Good boy.” She said with a tone that didn’t quite sound like her.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I’m just worried that we might get-”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Shhh,” she said, placing her finger against my tightened lips. “Think about it this way, if you do this for me…” She trailed off, running her finger down my cheeks and her palm down my chest until she stopped at my twitching abs. “…I might be inclined to do you a little favor.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ohhhh.” I moaned out, uncontrollably.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She was careful this time, running her hand down around my crotch, using just one finger to tease the area around it. I sat back against the couch and let her slip my shorts off slowly, taking the boxers with them. This was the first time I was naked in front of a woman but I was so aroused I didn’t even have time to be nervous or apprehensive.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My cock throbbed outwards, a little damp with precum.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Mmmm, look how hard you are.” She said, looking up at me. My eyes met hers and then went back down between her breasts. She ran her hand down to my balls and cupped them, rolling them around and giving them a light tug. She moaned out again as I took my hands up.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I wanted to touch them so bad, I reached forward and just barely felt the fabric of her breasts as light filled the room. My parent’s car’s headlights shone through the shades as they pulled into the driveway. Rose instantly grabbed her sweatshirt and put it on.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Put your shorts on silly!” She exclaimed helping me drag them up my thighs. We scurried and made it look like we were focusing on our studies as my parents walked through the door.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Hey you two, how’s the school stuff going?” My mom asked politely.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Uhhh, great, yeah.” I said dumbly, bending over to conceal my stiff cock.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“You guys have been at this for a long time now, it must be really hard.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
From the corner of my eye I could see Rose’s lips curl to a smile.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Uh, yeah.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Yeah actually we were just about done, right?” Rose asked with a smart smile, looking at me.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Right…” I said reluctantly. What shitty timing.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
As my parents went upstairs, Rose and I gathered our stuff and I walked out with her to her car.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Nice ride.” I said admiring her yellow sports car at the side of the street.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Thanks, it’s new.” She piled her stuff in the backseat and got into the driver’s.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She took off her sweatshirt and threw it back with her pants in the backseat. I was leaning on the convertible’s door and leaned over to get a better look at her boobs.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She smiled and looked up to me. “Oh and hun, sorry we got interrupted tonight, but could you save yourself for later? I want to make it really good for you?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Wh…what?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh comeon, you know, don’t jack off tonight, ok? Wait for me.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Rose, look at me!”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Trust me, I am…” She said with a giggle, noting my huge bulge in my shorts right at her eye level.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Look, I know you want it bad, but think how good it’ll feel.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Rose I don’t think I can even get to bed tonight.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Aww, well if you do, wait for me,” she said with a wink and bit her lip. She took a finger and pulled her neckline down by the middle of her top, showing off a lot of her bra. “I might be very, very nice to you and let you see these.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My jaw dropped.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Good, promise me you won’t shoot tonight.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Rose…”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She grabbed her enormous tits and pushed them together and upwards.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ok I promise.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I won’t bore you with the details but basically, I slipped her my scanning sheet every once and awhile and let her copy my answers. It was all done by computers, so there was no way for the teacher to catch us. Every time I passed her my sheet I started sweating but I took one look at Rose, who conveniently was wearing a low-cut top today and was suddenly convinced that it was all worth it.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Besides, I really didn’t have any choice in the matter. At this point, I was getting hard all day and my groin was completely in charge of my thoughts and actions, especially around girls.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I turned in my test and Rose waited a few minutes to turn it in. As she sat down, she turned and kissed me on the cheek.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
We talked a little bit after the test but for the most part I didn’t see her until a half-hour after I got home. She opened my door and strutted through wearing the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My parents weren’t home, luckily, but if they were they would have gone nuts. She had a dress shirt on with rolled up sleeves and only the two buttons in the very middle were clasped. Her skirt rose ridiculously high on her legs which rode up smoothly across her legs as she walked. Her high heels forced her magnificent boobs to bounce encased in their white bra which pushed them up and out. I just stared at her from the couch open-mouthed not really sure what to say.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“You like? I picked it out just for you.” She said as she took her palms to the sides of her breasts and squeezed them against each other.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“It’s amazing…” I said dumfounded.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She ambled gracefully to me and sat close to me on the couch. I could feel the side of her body pressed against mine. Her soft hand rubbed up and down my thigh as she bent herself slightly to give me a better view down her shirt.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My eyes were glued to her cleavage.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Enjoying the view?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I didn’t answer; I don’t think I even heard her.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Her fingers dragged themselves up my jeans and traced the outline of the tent I was forming in my pants. I saw her smile to herself as she felt how hard I was. Her hand kneaded and massaged the lump in my pants. It felt freaking fantastic, she was putting a lot of strength into her relatively small hand and I could definitely feel the results.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She took her hands and brought them up to the collar of my shirt, and played with it as she brought her face closer to mine. I kissed her, well you know, she kissed me first but man it was nice. Her legs straddled me and she pushed her boobs against my chest, rubbing my temples with her palms.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I took a hold of her hips and focused my efforts n kissing her. We made out for awhile, probably about ten minutes when she grabbed my shoulders.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I know you want them.” She said with a sultry smile.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I looked into her eyes and loosened my grip on her hips. She took my wrists and planted both my hands on her big breasts, pressing firmly. I was in heaven, I squeezed firmly, moving them around. I couldn’t believe what I was doing, I was going at it so hard, I wanted them so bad. The best was she was enjoying herself too; she moaned and purred as I fondled her and begged me to manhandle her more. She went back to my face and we rolled our tongues around each other while her hands crept down my stomach.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Rose…please,” I said between kisses. “I need it so bad.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She gently took my pants off and left my boxers around my thighs. She was still sitting above me and carefully rubbing my cock. She was driving me wild, her slow, methodical movements were keeping me on the edge and the feel of her breasts through her top was getting me even closer.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ohh, Rose, I’m gonna cum,” I warned. She took her hands down to my balls and rolled them around, making them ache worse than they ever have before.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Rose…Rose.” I muttered incoherently as she rubbed in that terrible ache. Our lips were parted and she was staring at me with a cute smile.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Doesn’t this feel good?” She said, her breath was warm against my open mouth.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ohhhh yes, please.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Please what?” She asked cutely.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I need to cum, oh shit I’m so close.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She wrapped her fingers around my shaft and jerked me so slowly I thought my balls were going to explode. She stopped and kept going, again and again. Each time I fell for it and nearly burst out crying from the need.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“You know hun, we really don’t know what the score was on that test.” She said with a playful grin, going back to my full balls.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Wha…”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I mean what if we didn’t get a good score, or they catch us, it wouldn’t be very fair to reward you for that.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“…Wha…”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Aww, I know your balls ache and you thought you were going to cum tonight. Don’t worry he said we’d get our tests back tomorrow, I just hope he isn’t late with them like he usually is.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Rose, my balls, they hurt, shit they hurt so much.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I bet, they feel so <i>full</i>, I mean they must have doubled in size by now.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“No I mean, they really, really hurt.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I heard you the first time but think about it from my point of view, letting you have absolute bliss for, let’s say, a D?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“But Rose!” I cried, my balls were killing me!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“But nothing, I know your poor balls hurt, but don’t worry a little ice tonight on them and you’ll be fine.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing; she took me to the edge, over and over again and now was springing this on me! My balls were absolutely killing me, even my stomach hurt and there didn’t seem to be any way to convince her otherwise.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She patted my crotch lightly, making precum leak out of the top, “now be a good boy and put your pants back on, I think we’ve had enough fun for tonight.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Rose, you can’t do this to me, comeon I need it really bad.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Yes I can, and no jerking off to-”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“What!?” I screamed.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Shhh, I said no jerking it tonight, I want a full load tomorrow.” She said in a scolding tone.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“But…but.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ok, ok fine, I know how hard it is for you, how about this, if you hold off tonight <i>and</i> we get an A on tomorrow’s test, I’ll let you see my boobs.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Normally a very tempting offer, but I was dying here! Before I even had a chance to respond, she gave me another few strokes to the edge and left me be there on the couch.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Don’t worry, I have a lot of trust in that brain of yours. I’m sure you’ll have a ton of fun tomorrow with me.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Chapter 3</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The next day was filled with aching balls and a constant hardon that I just couldn’t seem to keep down. The worst part was all of the cute girls in my classes. Hell, even the ones I don’t normally pay attention to were making blood pour down to my groin. I’m sure a lot people noticed, despite my efforts to keep my books in front of the area or sit in such a fashion that it wasn’t immediately noticeable.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The most embarrassing part was in math class when Rose couldn’t help but point it out to me.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“How long has that thing been like that?” She asked with a huge smile.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“All day,” I groaned in a little frustration, she wasn’t making it any easier.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She giggled again and every now and then she would reach over and squeeze or massage my cock through my jeans, reminding both her and me about my problem. There were two bad parts about this class. The first being a hand keeping my balls aching every few minutes, the second was the teacher wasn’t going to give us back our test scores until the end of class.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
You know what else was pissing me off was the fact that Rose felt like finding every sexual innuendo she could and telling it to me. Geez, for not having cum in a few days, I thought my mind was in the gutter.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Finally, the teacher started handing out the tests.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“So how do you think we did?” Rose asked politely.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“100%” I replied somewhat sarcastically.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Haha, I wonder what I’d let you do if we got 100%...” She remarked, trailing off, letting me gaze down her shirt as she bent over slightly. I could feel my cock stiffen and nearly burst out of my pants thinking of the possibilities.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Heck, I knew we weren’t going to get a perfect score, I knew for sure that number 15 I hadn’t seen before and well the first part I was really focused on getting to cum with Rose and at the end I was really stiff. I frowned, not really sure what to think.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The tests landed on the surfaces in front of us. I got an A- and she got a B+.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Awwww.” Rose said while frowning. “Just a B+.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“What…what happened, I thought you…”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Well, I didn’t want to copy <i>everything</i>.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“That was the whole point!”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“We would have been caught silly.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Well what about…”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“We can discuss <i>that</i> later.” She said with a stern tone, keeping me quiet in front of everyone else.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It turned out later was like 8:00 that night. I never thought she would call and when she did my cock immediately sprung to life from its semi-rigid state.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She came over, sorta snuck in. I mean my parents were home but they were both out on the patio or something. And I just let her in without her ringing the doorbell and brought her up to my room. She took off her sweatshirt and had this really hot, low-cut shirt on, sorta like a polo but with a v-neck. Either way I could see a lot of her breasts and definitely part of her bra.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“That is so hot.” I commented.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Aww, thanks, you’re sweet.” She said with casual inflection. “Lay down on the bed.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I got over there quickly and set my back against my comforter, taking off my shoes. She sat near my legs with her legs folded. “So, ready for some fun tonight?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh man, you have no idea Rose, I’ve been hard all day!”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Hehe, good I can definitely tell.” She reached over to my jeans and patted my crotch. “Why don’t we take these off?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I was way ahead of her, unbuttoning and unzipping, she tugged the pants off of me.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh wow, look at that.” She said pointing at my twitching cock. “Look how hard it is.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I groaned. “Please, Rose, it’s been like that all day.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I bet your balls really ache, huh?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She was killing me.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Rose knelt between my legs and bent over to play with my tent in my boxers. I got a great shot down her top as her fingers manipulated my shaft, moving it all over, causing precum to stain the fabric. She did this for awhile until she finally took my boxers down and looked in awe at my wet, throbbing cock, begging for release.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She bit her lip and wrapped the soft fingers of her right hand around it, giving it a gentle squeeze and slowly running them up and down its length. I groaned loudly as she reached the head and breathed in sharply as she dragged them back down. She let my cock go and rolled my balls around.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I’ve never seen a cock like this before, it’s all red and swollen and stiff. It looks like it might get set off with only a few rubs.” She was really enjoying the state I was in, I could tell by the way she looked over my twitching cock and by the way she played with me.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She rubbed me to the edge and let go, letting her body slink across mine. She kept her own crotch just barely above mine and let her face hover a few inches above my own. She kissed me lightly and I kissed her back, feeling her large breasts push against my body.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I moaned at every kiss and felt my hands roam across her body as hers brushed through my hair. I eventually put them against her breasts and massaged them, humping the air with my cock underneath her. She smiled, I could feel it against my lips as she felt my desperateness right under her. I wanted to cum so bad.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Go easy on my breasts hun.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“…Sorry.” I muttered. “Can I see them?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“No, I only got a B+ on the test.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“But…but I got an A.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“An A-.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Bu…but you said.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I said if we got an A you could see my tits, I was going to be nice and allow an A- but a B+ just doesn’t cut it.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“But you copied…”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“You should have gotten that 100, then I would have only gotten an A-”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Rose please, my balls, they hurt so bad I really want to see your breasts.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I know you do, and understandably so. You should see them, they look fantastic without this bra on.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I gritted my teeth and moaned out of frustration. She took my hands away from them. I was probably squeezing too hard I guess.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“How about this, I’ll take my shirt off ok? They look fabulous in my pushup bra, I wore it just for you today.” With that she peeled her shirt off her body and threw it on the floor. She kept her bra pushed against my chest.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Lemme see, please.” I begged.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She reached back to my cock and gave it a few strokes making my whole body shutter with desire and then lifted herself up to a sitting position on my stomach. She did in fact look fabulous in her bra. It pushed her boobs up and out and together and made precum leak out of me like a faucet. She smiled and modeled them for me, letting me see them from different angles and fondling them herself.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I was speechless as my mouth hung open, absolutely in love with the show she was performing for me. She dragged her finger up and down my shaft. My whole body shuddered and humped the air as she kept me close.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Please, Rose, I need to see them!” I begged her as she placed her breasts only inches from my face.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Awww, I’m sure you’d love to, the problem is you just don’t deserve it, plus you’re going to cum, what are you complaining about?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I groaned, she was right I should just focus on my orgasm, this would be the first time she’s ever gotten me off on purpose.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ok…ok, but Rose, next time?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Next time?” She placed her finger against her lips, “Hmmmm, probably not.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Rose, comeon I really wanna see them.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Yeah I know. The problem is that you just don’t deserve it.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“But…what do I have to do?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Well,” she said taking my shaft into her hands and giving it a few, quick strokes. “You could give this up to me, you know hold off till tomorrow?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Rose, no way, I can’t, look at my balls!”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh, gosh you’re right, they’re getting really swollen, maybe that isn’t such a good idea. How about this, I’ll let you cum now and maybe in a month I’ll let you see my tits.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“A month! Rose please.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She shrugged, this was killing me.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“The only other option you have is to hold off, I know these things hurt a lot.” She patted my balls, making them ache horribly. “But just think about it this way, you’ll get to see my tits <i>and</i> cum at the same time, won’t that be fantastic?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She raised a good point.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I…I guess, but I don’t know if I can hold off.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Well, if you don’t,” Rose started, rolling around my balls, “You’ll never get anything else from me, ever and trust me with the state your balls are in right now, I’ll definitely be able to tell if you wacked off tonight or not.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
So I had given in. She dressed herself and me and snuck out of my house. I was in my bed, for who knows how long trying to get to sleep. I was worried if I took my clothes off, like I normally did to go to sleep, I would be too tempted to jerk off. It was so difficult taking my mind of Rose, especially she had given me the striptease of a lifetime.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The next day in school was pure torture. My balls were killing me all day, no matter how I sat or walked they felt like they were twice as big and ten times as sensitive to even the lightest bump. Just moving down the halls was like dodging raindrops, trying not to bump into anyone and hiding the pained expressions on my face.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Math class, as usual, made me feel like she had tied an anvil around my balls for the whole period. A combination of a boring teacher and a temptingly low neckline of the goddess next to me made me hard and desperate for relief.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She was having her fun of course, reaching down to squeeze my crotch every once and awhile and doodle obscene pictures on my notes as I was pretending to pay attention. Maybe the worse thing she did to me all period was take the end of her pencil in her mouth and bite on it. When she noticed me look at her she started licking it and pushing it in and out of her mouth while winking at me. I felt like my pants were going to explode. The short moans and complaints I gave out made her smile at me with that evil grin of hers.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It wasn’t until after school that I saw her again. She met me at my car in the parking lot. Her sexy, slim body with those big breasts sticking out on top leaned up against my car as she spoke to me, completely aware that I was getting a hardon over her.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Excited for tonight?” she asked with a smile, biting her finger nail.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Yeah,” I said trying to be as nonchalant as possible.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Do still have that woody?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I looked up at her. She was looking as sultry as ever. Her body language alone, sensual with her hands in just the right places made my lips quiver and my loins pulse with need.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“…Yeah,” I mumbled.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Good,” she confirmed. “Did you wanna go straight to my place?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I almost choked. Was she as horny as I was? I could barely make out her erect nipples through her shirt and bra but she definitely looked aroused.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Sure, Rose. That sounds great.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She giggled and got into the passenger seat of my car. The ride back to her place was predictably frustrating. In our class together she was concerned with everyone watching from around us. In the privacy of the car she could put her hand in my pants, blow on my ear and give me a red-light-running handjob. We made it to her house in record time.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
We held hands and strode quickly into her house and then into her bedroom. I didn’t even look to see if anyone was home. She threw me on the bed and jumped on top of me, planting her lips on mine and her hands on my chest. I kissed her back, massaging her tongue with my own and feeling her hips and back.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She moaned and grabbed my shoulder, pushing herself into me. I could feel her big, firm breasts mash against my chest which made me moan in return. Her pelvis rubbed against my hard, impossibly hard to miss bulge in my pants sending pleasure through my body.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Rose….ohhhhh,” I let out unable to hold it in anymore.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“You feel so hard down there!” She beamed, taking her hand off of one of my shoulders and gripping my thickening cock. I clenched and groaned as her fingers toyed with my arousal. She rubbed my cock through my pants up and down. I was getting so close just from the fabric giving me a handjob. I couldn’t help myself anymore and reached up to cup those amazing breasts, squeezing them in my hands and moving them around. She purred, taking both her hands and squeezing mine around her tits roughly. I was surprised on how rough she wanted it almost hurting my hands from how hard she was going at it.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Her eyes were shut and her teeth were sunken into her lips. Her nipples were definitely hard against the palms of my hands. She scooted up and sat on top of my stomach. She stripped her shirt and let her boobs bounce around in her bra before my hands went back to them.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I thought they felt good before, but goddamn! I didn’t need any encouragement from her as my hands went all over them, using them like stress balls, trying to make them pop out of her bra.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She gave me another tantalizing squeeze down at my crotch and then reached behind her.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ready?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I nodded, too horny to make any words come out.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She unclasped her bra slowly. I could hear each hook unfasten in the suspenseful silence as I held her breasts up. She let her hands go and I watched the straps fall down. The only thing covering her was my hands pushing the bra against her nipples.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Go ahead,” she moaned with clear arousal.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I wrapped my fingers around the lace of the black bra and pulled it down to my chest. Her full breasts wobbled slightly and took over my concentration. I was fixated on them. Her nipples were indeed, hard as rocks and a strong competitor to my cock. They seemed perfect, nice and big and firm. I reached up gingerly and held them in my hands, feeling her warm, soft skin against mine. Without her bra and shirt, I was in heaven, giving them a light squeeze and moving them around.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“How are they?” she asked with a smile, looking down at me with sweat at her brow.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Amazing Rose.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She propped herself up with her hands on either side of me and let me enjoy my favorite part of her for awhile. By the time I was done I could feel the moisture of precum filling my boxers and the incredibly aching feeling of my balls straining for release.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Rose?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Mmmm, yes?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I need it really bad.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She curled her lips. “You’ve been a very good boy, why don’t we get these pants off?” She scooted her body back and sat on my knees. Her fingers manipulated my zipper and button and in no time she had my pants and boxers resting around my thighs.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Wow,” she said as she took a look at my needy, purple-headed cock. The balls were tight and full and even I was a little shocked at the sight of it.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“No really…wow!” She said again. “I’m afraid if I touch it it’ll just explode all over the place.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Yeah, probably.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Please Rose, please!” I begged.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She took her fingers and gently traced the outside of my cock. My whole body twitched and shuddered by her teasing finger. She put her palm over my aching balls and rolled them around.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“These are so full, you’ve been such a good boy to wait for it so long. I’ve never felt balls so full before.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ugghhhh,” I groaned.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“And look at how hard you are, I bet your orgasm is going to feel just amazing.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ohhh, more!”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She got that evil smile of hers again and dragged her finger up and down my shaft one time. I shuddered all over, nearly convulsing, feeling my impending orgasm just barely fall short of its climax.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She giggled and repeated the finger-teasing until I was nearly crying. She couldn’t help but giggle at my reactions and how she toyed with my need.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She grabbed my balls and tugged down on them and then went back to my cock to tease me more.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Rose…please…my balls they hurt.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She giggled and rolled my balls around, tugging them harder this time. The combination of her tugs and my full balls was making me whimper uncontrollably. Her finger on my shaft, with just the smallest fraction of her nail stimulating the head made me squirm and beg her loudly.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Shh hun, they’ll hear you.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Rose, please!”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Shh!”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I was feeling the tears in my eyes as she was torturing me. I was squirming all over. I was so damn close and my balls felt like they were on fire.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She grabbed my balls again and tugged to get me off the edge. She took her index finger and tapped it against the head of my cock rhythmically. I lost it, screaming and begging her to cum. She took her finger away and placed her head closer, blowing warm, ball-bursting air over my groin. I was crying and mumbling “My balls…my balls.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“They’re so full, they must hurt so much.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Rose…they feel like they’ve been kicked in, oh…please they hurt.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“You…you don’t have blueballs do you?” she asked cutely.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I…I don’t…owwwww.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“You’ve got blueballs!” She squeaked loudly, grabbing my balls and bobbling them playfully. Pain quaked through my body. “Wow, I’ve never given a guy blueballs before.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Rose, please they’re killing me, you’ve gotta let me cum.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I bet it’d be a huge load, I’m getting wet just thinking about it.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I went back to crying quietly and begging her for release.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I still can’t believe you’ve got blueballs, I’ve never actually seen them before. They’re way more full and firm than I thought they would be. Although, it’s too bad they’re not like a really obnoxious blue or anything. You know, like pulsing and all blue and stuff. That’d be so hot.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Rose…”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She ignored me.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh man, I have got to show them.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Wha…”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“My friends, they’re here. That’s why we need to stay quiet. They’d love to see a guy with big, full blueballs.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Rose…wait…I…”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Just wait here for a sec ok? Can I trust you not to make yourself spurt all over? Ok, thanks hun.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She bent down and gave me a kiss on the top of my cock head before slipping on her shirt over her naked breasts and leaving out the door.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
This couldn’t be good.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Chapter 4</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
By the time Rose had left and returned with her friends, I had already hid myself under the covers of the bed. Naked and still with an aching erection I instantly got red in the face when Rose’s two friends marched in behind her, both giggling together.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Aww, who said you could go under there?” Rose chided, standing next to the bed looking down on me. I couldn’t help but stare up at her tight, green t-shirt without a bra underneath to stop her nipples from poking out at me. Just the sight of her braless breasts, so big and firm underneath her shirt was enough to make me leak precum into the sheets of her bed.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Her friends stood back by the doorway looking at me, smiling and whispering into each other’s ears. They were both understandably attractive since most of Rose’s friends were regardless of their gender. They both had brown hair, or I dunno, auburn would make it sound sexier. But I wasn’t really paying attention as Rose tugged the comforter down leaving just a thin sheet to cover my nudity.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The two girls burst out laughing. Rose could barely hold in her smile at the sight of my erection making a tent in the thin sheet with a small circle of moisture at the tip. I was thoroughly embarrassed, I wasn’t used to a bunch of girls staring at my erection.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh wow…” the girl on the right said, holding her palm over her mouth and staring at the indentation of the sheets.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Rose…” I muttered weakly, begging her with my eyes.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She gave me a smile and grabbed the top of the sheet.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Do it, do it!” Both of the girls chanted, eagerly in anticipation.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Rose, please,” was all I could get out before she took the sheet and tugged it down quickly until it was below my knees. Rose bit her lip as my cock stiffened and twitched with need. My balls were oversized and painful and there was a small patch of precum on my stomach.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Both the girls stood in shock.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Well, come closer, you wanted to see it,” Rose said, waving on the two girls.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“This is Katie and Sarah,” Rose introduced.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I looked up at them, Katie had reddish-brown hair and simple face with dark lipstick and thick eyeliner. She wore a button-down shirt that looked wrinkled with a jean-skirt on that was tattered at its edges. Her chest looked a little smaller than Rose’s but she was also taller and thinner as well. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Sarah had blond streaks in her hair, and neutral makeup. Her tank top barely fit her as her breasts were clearly larger than average eighteen-year old. Her shorts rose high on her thighs.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Rose made it clear that I shouldn’t cover my crotch with my hands, even though I was dying of embarrassment. Both Katie and Sarah looked at my hard cock with deep interest, watching as it twitched and stayed perpetually hard.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Does he really have blueballs?” Katie asked. The question was a little obvious as my balls were a dark color and swollen.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Rose just laughed. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh he definitely has blueballs,” Sarah responded with a grin streaked across her face like the blonde in her hair. “I bet they hurt a lot don’t they?” she asked addressing the question to me.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Well?” Rose prodded, trying to embarrass me as much as possible.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Uh…yeah,” I said with a choke in my voice. The three girls giggled.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“How much?” Rose continued.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“A lot.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Comeonnn, don’t they feel achy and full and heavy?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ugh, yes Rose, they do!” I responded painfully, getting a little angry.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Awww,” Katie responded with sympathy in her voice. “They must feel awful.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Sarah laughed, “How long has it been?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Rose explained “A few days now, I’ve been teasing him a lot too, I really wasn’t trying to give him blueballs, I just wanted him to help me with school stuff.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh yeah, sure,” Sarah said with a wink.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“No really! I did super well on my last math exam, a B+.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Just a B+?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Well yeah, I told him if we got an A that I’d let him see my tits and cum.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ouch, how bitchy of you,” Sarah complimented.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Yeah well, then he went another day just so he could see my tits.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“He saw them?” Katie asked, astonished.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Rose turned a little red, “yeah I mean, he deserved it, look how much he’s suffering.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I would have made him go longer,” Sarah said with a shrug. “You can make guys do anything for boobs, especially yours, Rose.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I could tell Rose was getting even more red as blood flushed to her face. “Yeah well, he’s a nice guy.” Rose said with a smile. I felt a little complimented.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“So? Who cares if he’s nice or not, I wanna see him in pain.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Look, Sarah, you can blueball your own boyfriends ok,” Rose said. Wait, did she just call me her boyfriend?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Hmpf, whatever, I guess it’s ok.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
By the time they had finished arguing, Katie had already bent over me and was watching my cock twitch and leak. She gave amused giggles and smiled widely everytime my cock throbbed with need. She took her finger closer to it and tugged her hand back as my cock preemptively throbbed and leaked out a bubble of precum.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Katie bit her lip and let her finger drag along the shaft while the two other girls chatted and discussed my misfortune.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I’ve never seen a cock so needy before,” Katie whispered, teasing my cock and making it dribble out more precum. “And those balls…I don’t even know what to say.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I was moaning and gritting my teeth at this point as her finger kept me on the edge. She really wasn’t even trying to tease me either, which was the most frustrating part. I could tell by the smile on her face and the look in her eyes that she just loved playing with it and watching my cock pained with need.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Having fun over there Katie?” Sarah asked as both Rose and Sarah turned towards me.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br />
“Look at this,” Katie said with awe as she demonstrated what happens when you mix a teasing finger with an aching shaft. She figured out how to make my cock leak like a water balloon with a pinhole in it, rubbing her finger up and down, making my whole body shake while precum covered my stomach.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Wow,” Sarah said, “that is a lot of precum.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I know, I can keep making it pour out too,” Katie commented, letting her finger keep me on the edge. “Do you wanna try?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Sure that actually looks like a lot of fun.” Sarah took her friend’s place and sat on top of my legs, giving me a look down her shirt. Rose often dressed quite attractively but Sarah was keeping me on the edge just by the neckline of her shirt. Her boobs, much bigger than Katie’s and much more revealed, and right above my twitching cock was making me go crazy with need. She took her finger and dragged it around the edge of my cock. She ran it through the precum and then spread that all over my shaft and balls, wisecracking about the abundance of it.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Well, I’ve got to hand it to you Rose, you certainly did a number on this one,” Sarah commented, watching my reactions. “I can barely touch him without making him explode all over the place. I mean, his balls are so swollen, I’d bet he’d have a huge load for us.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Well thanks, I just wish he’d slobber over my breasts like that,” Rose replied, looking at my reactions. She wasn’t exaggerating when she said ‘slobber,’ there was literal drool on my chin as I suffered from the combined efforts of these three girls. I mean, Sarah’s breasts were fantastic, I think I preferred Rose’s breasts, but still, Sarah had a great pair and it was rare that I got such an explicit view of them.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Well, Rose, if you weren’t so uptight, maybe you’d get more guys jerking off to you every night.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Sarah! Ok, first of all, I am not uptight and secondly, I’m not even wearing a bra right now.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Yeah, but I can’t even see any cleavage, I mean sure, hard nipples always make a guy go nuts but they wanna see some skin too.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Yeah, well…”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I mean, my boobs are as big as yours and look what I’m doing to him.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I suppose, I don’t know, those types of shirts really aren’t my type.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“You don’t have to wear them to school, even though you should, but just around him? It’d make his balls ten times more full.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Well,” Rose said, contemplating. “I guess, mind if I borrow one of yours some time?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I already have the perfect one picked out for you!” Sarah exclaimed.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“You’re joking, right, you didn’t seriously bring it with you.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Sarah went by the door and reached into her handbag, pulling out a dark red, silky top. She handed it over to Rose who held it in her hands.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“There’s no way I’m wearing this,” She commented frankly.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Sure you are,” Sarah pushed. “It’ll look great on you.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“But this thing doesn’t cover anything!”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Just try it on.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Fine.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Sarah and Katie approached the bed and stood close to me, blocking my view of Rose undressing. Even though I couldn’t see anything, just the idea of Rose topless again made my cock stiffen to full hardness. Being so close, I was able to get a good look at both Sarah and Katie, each quite attractive. I had seen them around school, I think Sarah was a cheerleader but I wasn’t totally sure. Either way, their two pairs of breasts, so close to my face, were making my balls ache. Katie seemed oblivious, paying more attention to Rose, who seemed to have difficulties with her new attire while Sarah was completely aware of what her enormous breasts and cleavage were doing to me. She flaunted herself shamelessly, pushing her arms together to increase her cleavage and giggling at me as I stared at her.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I look ridiculous.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I think you look pretty, Rose,” Katie complimented.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“You look drop-dead sexy,” Sarah said. “We definitely need to go shopping.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Look at this, my boobs are like…blah.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
As much as both my cock and I wanted to, I couldn’t see over either of the two girls, both of them with their backs facing me.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Your tits look fine hun, you’re just not used to them having room to breathe.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I feel like a prostitute.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Well why don’t we see what blueballs has to say about this,” Sarah said, apparently giving me a new nickname.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The girls parted and immediately I felt a pain in my groin. Rose did, indeed look ‘drop-dead sexy.’ The dark red fabric barely covered her body. It was a tank top, which rose just above her belly button, incredibly thin straps and lacy, meshy fabric around her breasts. The combination of her firm breasts and the lack of cover made her breasts jump out, begging to be ogled over.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“…Wow,” was all I could manage to say. Katie laughed out loud immediately.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I bet he’s never seen something so sexy before,” Katie commented, sitting on the bed at my thighs. I could tell she was taking notice at what Rose was doing to my cock.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“You can almost see his balls inflating,” Sarah taunted.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ok, I’m taking this off right now,” Rose said, rolling her eyes.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“No you aren’t, we haven’t even begun to tease him yet.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I’m worried if I get any closer he’ll just explode, just look at his face, I don’t think he’s shut his mouth since you guys came in here,” Rose said with a frown. She was definitely right, I was finding it difficult to contain myself at this point. Both my painful balls and the sight before me were almost controlling my hands for me.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Comeon, don’t be afraid of showing him some skin,” Sarah said, grabbing Rose by the wrist and dragging her over to the bed. With each step, Rose’s breasts jiggled due to lack of support, they looked like they were going to pop out at any second.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Rose stood awkwardly in front of me. I could tell she was uncomfortable, especially amongst her friends. It didn’t help that Sarah was pushing her. Sarah took Rose by the waist and had her support herself on the bed, making her breasts hang and wobble, the tank top just barely covering her nipples. My cock twitched and I moaned a little in pain as I felt the cum boiling.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“He loves it.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I’m sure he does, I look like a slut.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“You’re making him ache and get blueballs, isn’t that what you want?” Sarah prodded.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Well, yeah, I suppose.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Sarah took Rose by surprise by reaching under her arms and grabbing her breasts, squeezing them and moving them back and forth.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Sarah!”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Katie was quick to react, grabbing my arms and keeping them away from my cock. They moved involuntarily, half trying to console the pain I felt in my balls and half trying to get myself off.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Look what you made him do,” Rose said, pulling Sarah’s hands off of her.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“See, he’s getting so frustrated he can’t help himself. That’s good!”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I squirmed and moaned in pain, trying my best to fight Katie. She was either stronger than she looked, or I was weaker from the pain but either way she kept an iron grip on me.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Sarah walked around Rose and bent over me. She took out her index finger and let it dance on top of my shaft, delicately making contact with my overly-sensitive cock.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ahhh, ahhhhhh!” I begged, squirming around on the bed, fighting Katie at ever touch. I was being brought to the edge and off of it several times a second. The sensation was excruciating.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Sarah quit it,” Rose ordered.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I’m just having a little fun.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“He isn’t just a toy, ok, he’s probably in a lot of pain right now.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“So?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“So, quit it.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Fine.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
There was a tense silence and then Rose said “look, this was a dumb idea, why don’t you guys sit outside for awhile.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh, Rose, don’t be like that, we were just having fun,” Sarah defended.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Yeah I know, maybe…look just nevermind, just leave us alone, you can go and torture on your own ok.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Sarah gave a Rose a confused look. “Well, ok Rose, comeon Katie, let’s go.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Rose waited for them to leave and shut the door. She sat on the bed facing the doorway.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Sorry about all that,” Rose said, turning her head back to look at me.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“It’s…ok,” I managed to mutter.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“No really, I mean, I feel really bad, you shouldn’t have had to go through that.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Well, I wasn’t going to argue with her, my balls were killing me. Although I wasn’t sure what guy would really complain about three girls teasing him.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Let me get changed out of this thing.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Rose?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Rose took a few steps and grabbed her old, green shirt. “Yeah?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I wanted to tell her she looked really good in her tank top. I mean yeah, it definitely wasn’t school-appropriate and I wouldn’t even recommend it for a date. But for some reason, she didn’t look as slutty in it as she thought she did. Maybe she was just used to a bunch of the football players teasing her, or maybe my excessively aching cock made her think she was just a pair of breasts.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Rose turned away from me, stripped off her tank top, showing me a little bit of the sides of her breasts and then exchanged it with the thin, green t-shirt she had on before.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Just as I was about to speak, she said “this is how it should have been.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Rose took a few steps and straddled me, leaning over and kissing me on the lips. We kissed each other for awhile, I felt weird about feeling her up after the whole ordeal, but she didn’t seem to mind. She reached back and felt how full my balls were or how hard I was from time to time, making me beg for release.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I’ll make it up to you, how about that orgasm you’ve been waiting for?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I nearly passed out, my hands still wrapped around her breasts, I nodded quickly, breathing deeply.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She scooted down my body and sat on my thighs. Her torso bent forward and her fingers ran along the sides of my groin.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I bet this will feel amazing, I can’t wait to see how much cum you’ve got in here.” She toyed with my balls and teased me a little more, making my heart race. I could see down her shirt, just barely making out her nipples. The precum flowed out steadily as she wrapped her fingers around my cock and stroked slowly and deliberately.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“This is the first time that I actually get to see it happen,” she said with that smile that melted my heart.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Rose…oh, yeah that…”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Shhh, relax, just sit back and enjoy it.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I let my muscles go and let my head hit the backboard. She rubbed consistently, speeding up and bringing me past that horrible ache to amazing pleasure. I felt the cum rise and that indistinguishable feeling of orgasm. She kept it up and rubbed my whole cock, her other hands massaging my balls. I let out a loud groan and felt the first spurt hit my chest, which was followed by several more. She pumped it again and again, emptying my aching balls.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She stared at me the whole time, watching the load shoot out of my cock and hit my body until only small drops were milked from the head.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Wow,” she said, biting her lip. “That was a really nice one.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I lay back, too exhausted and sated for words.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She leaned forward, careful to keep herself out of the wet cum that covered my stomach and chest. She kissed me and I kissed back half-consciously.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Hey,” she said, looking at me in the eyes after the waves of pleasure subsided.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Yeah Rose?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“What were you going to say earlier?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Um, nothing.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Chapter 5</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Sorry about last night,” Rose said as her body leaned against mine.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She was sitting with me on the couch watching a movie. We were at her place, I think her parents were upstairs or something. The couch was pretty comfortable but their TV was fricken huge. I think her dad must have been a doctor or something. It wasn’t just the TV, it was the nice wallpaper, the pictures on the walls and the artwork all over.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“It’s not a big deal,” I said casually. I don’t know, maybe it was a big deal.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Rose had on a cute, dark orange t-shirt that pressed tightly against her breasts but didn’t show off too much cleavage. Her shorts were gray cotton and hugged as closely too her as much as they rose up her thighs.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“No it was, I feel really bad about it. I’m totally not one of those girls.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Rose, it’s fine, really…”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Rose sighed and placed her hand on my stomach.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Hey,” she started. “I’m trying to apologize here. My friends really know how to take advantage of me. They do that stuff all the time with their boyfriends, I guess I just felt like I had to since I never really do that stuff with them.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Well, thanks Rose…” I really just wanted to change the subject.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I mean imagine if you had two of your guy friends come and you know…”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Now I <i>really</i> wanted to change the subject.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Rose, Rose, it’s ok, really, I seriously don’t mind.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ok…sorry, I guess I ramble sometimes when I get nervous. Did I tell you what a great guy you are? My last boyfriend got really freaked out when Sarah and I tied him down.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Really,” I said sarcastically.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Yeah!” She exclaimed, apparently not getting my sarcasm, which worried me a little. “Guys can be so lame sometimes.” She put her head against my shoulder and took her hand from my stomach to my thigh.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I put my arm around her and sat there for awhile, feeling Rose play with the folds in my pants’ fabric.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
We both started to say something to cut the silence.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“You first…” I said.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Rose took a moment, “hey, I really like you a lot. I’d really like to…I dunno, nevermind.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“What? Tell me.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I’d really like to go steady, I mean, if that’s ok with you.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I never thought one of the hottest girls in the school would be saying that to me.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Well, uh, sure!”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Even after yesterday?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Of course.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Great! I mean uh, good. Thanks, sorry about the awkwardness.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She brought her head up and kissed me…a few times. It was really nice, her lips were very soft and I could feel my cock stirring a little bit. She squeezed my thigh as our tongues intertwined. Her hand rose to my crotch and gave it a little squeeze.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Mmmm,” she moaned softly, running her finger over my cock, hardening at a very rapid pace. She reached in under my pants and felt around.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“You’re getting so stiff,” she said, parting from my lips for a second before returning. I moaned a little at her touch. Her fingers were wrapped around me, feeling my length.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I love how hard you are,” she went back to kiss me but I was feeling so good I could hardly kiss her back. My head was limp and I was moaning more than I could kiss as she went from just groping me with her fingers to slow, pleasurable strokes.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She was getting me worked up, her face was a few inches from mine watching me soak in her soft strokes. I was getting close so fast. Just as I was getting right to the edge she took her hand out and started undoing my pants. I helped her a little to get them down below my knees. She wanted to do my boxers on her own, being very gentle and teasing with her motions, taking them off slowly as if to delay herself.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Mmmm, you are hard.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ohhh yeah, Rose that feels good,” I muttered as she let her fingers dance on top of the shaft again.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Wow, looked how worked up you are, you’re not ready to finish are you?” she said with big eyes staring into mine.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Rose…don’t tease me anymore.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Awww, you don’t like when I bring you to the edge over and over again?” she said with a giggle, giving me a few strokes and stopping right before release.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br />
“Ahh,Rose, no, it hurts.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I know but I love watching you squirm and wriggle for me, making a bunch of precum leak out,” she teased as her fingers ran circles around my cock head. “Plus, I just love giving you blueballs.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I was just about to complain when I felt an orgasm rush and escape quickly, enticing a frustrated moan from me. Her hand was doing a perfect job of bringing me near to an orgasm and stopping me just inches away from it. I could feel her fingers on my cock and just as I was about to cum she would take them off, one touch away.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Rose…” was all I could say, humping the air slowly now.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Good, sit back and enjoy it, stay quiet though, my parents are upstairs ok?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I nodded, willing to give into anything by this point. She took her hand and loosely applied it up and down my cock, taking my breath away and bringing back that familiar ache in my balls.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It was about at the fourth edging that I begged her for release. “Rose, please, I need it so bad.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Shh, I told you my parents are upstairs.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I leaned my head back and kept quiet for the next two trips to the edge. Precum was already accumulating on my stomach and I’m sure my balls were swelling in size. “Rose please…”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Shh!” she took her hand down and held my balls. “Don’t make me tell you again to be quiet.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Our eyes met for several moments before she took her hand back to the head of my cock. Her fingers were teasing the tip and running themselves down the rest of the shaft making my whole body shiver. She had a huge smile on her face as I struggled to maintain composure and keep quiet. I could see it in her face as she manipulated me, challenging me to make a noise for her as she kept me on the edge.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I squirmed all over and gritted my teeth but the constant stimulation was too much and I started moaning out, begging her for release. Both of her hands acted quickly, one covering my mouth and the other firmly squeezing my balls.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Mmfff, mffff,” I moaned, trying to get away from the pain.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Shhh,” Rose said softly, like trying to calm a baby. Her face was close to mine as she watched my tight eyelids and scrunched face. Her fingers were squeezing each ball back and forth. The pain wasn’t enough to produce tears or anything but the consistency and intensity grew as she continued on.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Gonna be quiet for me?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I nodded slowly.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Good boy,” she said as she took her hands away slowly. Her finger traced the outline of my cock, running her fingernail around the area. I watched, she made a few laps around the area before she whispered, her lips almost touching the lobe of my ear, “do your balls hurt?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I nodded.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Good, sit back and relax, ok?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I nodded again and waited. She kissed me and then kissed my neck and chest and then went down to my stomach and then finally planted a kiss on the top of my cock following it with her tongue licking circles on the tip.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I nearly burst out moaning but kept myself in as her tongue sent me to a state of pleasure. She licked up the shaft and all over, keeping me stimulated and edged. She even pushed the head through her lips a few times. Just as I was about to scream out again she raised herself up and kissed her way back to my lips again. She straddled my legs and started running her hands through my hair.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I pushed my hands against her breasts, feeling them through her orange shirt. Man they were huge and firm, I pushed them all over and squeezed them, they just felt so good. She reached down and jerked my cock as she let me play with her breasts, squeezing firmly and stroking me hard. It felt so good, for her to really go at it like a handjob.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Her hand felt so good that all I could do was to hold on to her firm breasts and feel her hand piston on my cock. I moaned out, shutting my eyes, feeling her amazing hand bring me closer and closer to pleasure.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh…Rose…” I muttered as I felt myself approach the edge. She rubbed and rubbed and finally let go, grabbing my balls and tugging them down.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I whimpered, looking at her with my eyes.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I said shhh,” she said softly with a smile. Her blonde hair ran over my face and her smile melted away the pain from her hand. I still whimpered a little, now that my balls were really starting to ache. Her hand released my balls and went back to my shaft, stroking it slowly. She edged me, over and over again, pushing her cheek against mine and whispering how much she loved teasing me in my ear.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She kept me quiet. “Shhh, get blueballs for me. I love filling them up, making them ache for me.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
After about a halfhour, my groin felt like it was on fire. She had been teasing me the entire time, edging me over and over. I got good at staying quiet but the pain, both her squeezes and discoloration kept me miserable. I was sitting on the couch, my arms at my sides, lacking energy. All I could do was shutter every time she placed her delicate fingers on my shaft and that’s all she could do; my cock was so sensitive and my balls, now blue, were throbbing and full.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She nibbled at my ear as she let her fingers drag up my cock and circle around the head.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“How are you doin?” Rose asked, looking at me closely.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I grimaced and moaned. She giggled a little. “Looks like these hurt a lot,” she said, patting my swollen balls with a huge sense of satisfaction painted on her face. “But, I think I’m done torturing them for tonight.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I looked at her with watery eyes.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh, but,” she started, adjusting herself to sit upright, “No cumming tonight, ok? Save it for me for next time. Don’t worry, I’ll make it feel really good.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I tried arguing, but she put a finger to my lips and locked my voice with the look in her eyes. She took her hands down and pulled up my boxers and pants, zipping them for me, trapping my cock inside. She walked me to my car and kissed me goodnight, wishing me a good night’s sleep.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The next day in class, we had a sub, which meant we basically did nothing for that day. Rose ignoring whatever the sub wrote on the board, turned to me and said “so how did you like last night?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“It was ok…” I said in the same whisper.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“How are, uh, they doing today?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“…”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“That bad huh?” she said smiling, forcing herself not to laugh out loud. She was wearing a tight-fitting camisole under a sweatshirt. Once the other students had turned to focus on their own activities, Rose took the sweatshirt off, forcing my eyes to the cleavage formed by the tight-fighting garment.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Rose noticed the increasing size of the bulge in my pants. “So…what do you think of my shirt?” she asked, covering her mouth with her hand, looking down obviously at my crotch. I turned a little red in the face but regardless, I couldn’t help but keep my eyes glued down that plummet of cleavage.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Look,” she said sympathetically. “I’m busy tonight but tomorrow night, Friday, we should definitely go out or something?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Disappointed that I would have to wait another day and a half, I said “Well, ok Rose.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Great, yeah sorry again but family stuff, you know?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Yeah.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The next day at school was pretty regular. I was used to the straining feeling in my pants and I’m sure the girls were getting used to my eyes darting around their bodies. Math class was pretty boring and Rose didn’t have much to say. She wore a pretty conservative outfit. It was like a tube top underneath a regular shirt and I dunno, a skirt or something.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The only thing I could think about was Friday night, as I watched her play with her long, flowing hair. I could only picture her hand running itself along my cock, jerking it, making me cum…</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The teacher called on me, and it took me a moment to figure out what he was asking before I could give the answer. Then it was back to my fantasizing. Her long strokes, those big breasts. Why couldn’t I stop thinking about her?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It wasn’t until after school when I was at my locker, gathering my stuff and keys and ready to head out of the door when Katie and Sarah met me as I turned around. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh…uh, hey,” I said nervously, feeling the locker against my back.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Hey there, so it’s too bad Rose is busy tonight, huh?” Sarah said with a wry smile.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Uh sure I guess.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“So, that means you don’t have any plans, right?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I swallowed. Think of something.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Well actually, I’ve got this…”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Katie cut me off, she wore a dark blue, tight-fitting tank top with wide straps and jeans that you buy to look worn. “We know you’ve got nothing planned, which is why you’ll be giving us a ride home.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“…What?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Yup,” Sarah said, folding her arms over her white halter top. They both had their backpacks with them.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Well, actually, I don’t think I can, you see…”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
So a few minutes later I was leading them to my car and unlocking it for them. Sarah sat up in front while Katie lounged in the back. I hesitantly threw my stuff in the trunk and sat in the driver’s seat. I could smell their perfume, strong, as if they had just put it on.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“So where do you two live?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Just drive,” Sarah ordered, placing these cute, pink sunglasses over her eyes.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I started the ignition and turned out of the parking lot. I headed home, figuring that the closer I was, the easier it would have been to escape. I felt sweat form at my forehead and gripped the wheel firmly, keeping my eyes ahead.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“So, you like Rose a lot, huh?” Sarah asked. I hadn’t noticed but she had already started filing her nails.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Um, yeah, she’s nice.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Tell us how you really feel about her.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I don’t know, she’s attractive and she’s…I dunno, she’s a nice girl.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“So you don’t have a problem that she gives you blueballs?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I swallowed. Fortunately, my cock hadn’t hardened since the walk out to the car. The fear kept it down. Regardless, I was speechless, I had no idea why they were asking these questions, nor how to respond to them.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“And,” Sarah said, still casually filing her nails. “I’m sure you don’t mind that she has such a nice rack.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My face turned red, I’m sure.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“The problem is,” she continued. “Rose and Katie and I told ourselves that we wouldn’t get tied down by boys, no relationships. Just fun, you know?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I nodded, trying to get home as fast as possible, contemplating how fast I could unbuckle myself and sprint home.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“And all of the sudden, she finds this cute guy, talks about him all the time and is all wishy-washy every time they’re together.” Sarah took the sunglasses off, it really wasn’t that bright out to begin with. “And furthermore, she doesn’t even share him, keeps him all to herself and spends all her time with him.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I gulped, I was only a few turns away, keeping my head straight.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“And it’s been such a long time since I’ve had a boy to play with. Right Katie?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“A very long time,” the amber color-haired girl in the back said.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“And I’m sure,” Sarah said, leaning a little closer to me. “That since Rose is going to be busy tonight, that you’ll be all lonely.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“No, it’s fine,” I said quickly. “I’ll be ok.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Sarah got a devious smile on her face. “Turn on Fairview,” she said.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My hands shook a little bit.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I said,” Sarah ordered, taking her hand and placing it on my stomach, then dragging it down to the top of my crotch. “Turn on Fairview.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My lips quivered but I turned anyway, following the girl with her hand on my crotch’s orders. I pulled into an empty driveway and was helped out of the car, my muscles feeling like stone, and into the house.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Trust me, you’re going to have a wonderful time with us tonight.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Sarah unlocked the door with keys on a cute, trinket-filled keyring. The house was empty, I don’t know what I was expecting but Sarah led me into the house while Katie followed so closely behind she tripped on my heels. I felt sweat form on my face and my breath quicken. I was lead to a bedroom, Sarah’s I could tell by the pictures of her in frames around the room. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I was thrown on the bed. Maybe not literally, but how else would you describe it when every muscle in your body resists it?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I rested my back against the many white pillows, either frilly at the edges or elaborately ornate. My shoes were taken off and soon the girls were on either side of the bed, approaching me. I could feel the mattress sag as their bodies lay on top of it, so close I could barely distinguish my own body heat from theirs.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“It’s too bad Rose doesn’t like to share…” Sarah said, as she placed her hand gently on my stomach. “Because now we have to confine everything to such a short time.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I swallowed, trying to keep my eyes from making contact with theirs.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Don’t worry,” Katie said, leaning close to me. “We’re going to have a lot of fun tonight.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Now I was really worrying. I’m sure I looked it, red in the face, my stomach felt like it was being shaped and molded by a clay sculptor.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Relax, you’re so tense,” Sarah assured, running her hand down my stomach and letting it undo my pants gingerly. I took a deep breath as she undid the button and zipper, pulling down my jeans slowly. Katie went to work on my shirt, lifting it up and raising it over my head.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
In only a minute or two, they had me just in my boxers. Sarah lay next to me, lounging now, I could feel her white halter top against my bare chest, her firm breasts, about as big as Rose’s pushed against my skin. Katie in her dark blue tank top, had her hand lazily over my stomach, playing with my boxers.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My cock, now a day or so teased was responding appropriately. The two girls seemed to enjoy watching a tent in my boxers form as the shaft hardened, twitched and rose to point to my stomach. I tried to keep my heart beating slower, anything I could to keep myself calm but the two women, very attractive and so close to me kept my heart fluttering and my breath quick.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
As my cock got close to fully hard, Katie peeled back the boxers and tugged them down, as if trying to tease both herself and Sarah with the sight of my nudity. She had the fabric down around my thighs and both Sarah and Katie helped the garment down and eventually to the floor. They both sat up, their legs barely spilling over the end of the bed, next to my cock and looked down at it, smiling at each other.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
They put their hands on it. Their reaction was one of surprise, like much younger girls touching cock for their first time. Their touch was light at first, cradling my shaft like an injured bird, moving it around and examining it. They were being gentle, I wasn’t sure if it was out of sympathy for me or for their own enjoyment but either way their delicate touches were appreciated.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Precum leaked out of the head and on to my stomach as the girls brought it to full hardness. It twitched as they rubbed it, it felt good, for sure. I wouldn’t have imagined that two girls would be paying me so much attention at once.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Sarah cupped my balls. “Mmm, I love the feel of a guy’s balls.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
If I had tried to respond, I’m sure my voice would have cracked. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“It’s too bad they’re not heavier, if you were my boyfriend, you would go much longer.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
That, combined with many other reasons was why I was glad Sarah wasn’t my girlfriend.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Katie, on the other hand, kept quiet for the next few minutes while Sarah rolled around my balls and told me all about how fragile they were. Katie rubbed my cock firmly, she had had experience before. Her touch felt pretty good as her hand went slowly but with determination across the length of my shaft. Her face was calm and focused, watching my cock and balls carefully. I figured out why as she stopped her hand just below the head, leaving me on the edge.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I was used to Rose teasing me, I certainly had my fair share of it in the past few months, but Katie was something else. She hesitated a few seconds and then ran her hand, still clasped over my shaft, up further and enclosed my head. I took in air quickly, feeling myself approach the edge again. My balls got pretty tight and I could feel Sarah work them over, teasing me more. They were working together and Sarah was keeping me on the edge with the ball stimulation. Just as I felt the cum boil and reach its climax, Katie sent her hand down again. I was breathing hard now, red in the face and feeling incredibly frustrated. The ache had gone back to my balls and I was already begging internally for release.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Katie didn’t stop there, she rubbed her hand back up, followed my more ball stimulation and then back down. She did this…over and over again. I was moaning outloud. I wanted to stop myself, keep quiet in front of them but my moans of frustration drew both giggles and continuation from them. My mind was going nuts, the constant stimulation and pressure in my balls was making me ecstatic. How could they edge me so many times in a row?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Uggghhh, ahhhh,” I groaned, my hips rising in the air as Katie took her hand back down the shaft again, only millimeters away from giving me release. “Please…” I begged.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Awww, poor guy, are your balls aching?” Sarah taunted, giving them a little squeeze.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Please…they hurt, stop…stop.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Sarah and Katie both laughed and kept their stimulation going. They switched, Sarah’s hand on my shaft and Katie’s on my balls. Sarah squeezed my shaft harder and was more deliberate. In contrast with Katie’s slow, delicate movements, Sarah rubbed me quickly but at the same time, kept her hand loose and her touch never too long on my head. Katie played with my balls gently, more like feeling them then stimulating as Sarah had. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“How are they coming along?” Sarah asked, edging me twice during the question.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Good, they’re getting a little more full.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Mmm, fun, they’re much more fun to play with when they’re swollen and stuffed with cum.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I groaned and finally, their hands left my cock. It had been probably a halfhour of teasing and my balls felt like they were on fire.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“You know you’re lucky,” Sarah started, her fingernails running along my thighs. “Rose is so nice to you, showing you her big breasts, playing with your cock, even letting you cum. It’s surprising really. She never used to be so nice to any of her other boyfriends.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I gulped, trying to get my mouth to stop tasting like a desert.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Katie added, “and all the sudden she meets you and tells us about your orgasms and how you get to feel her breasts. It’s really out of character for her.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“And a little unfair, really,” Sarah said with an evil look on her face. Sarah reached down, took my cock and rubbed it to the edge. “Boys like you don’t deserve orgasms, at least not as often as Rose is giving them to you.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Right,” Katie added.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“So what we’re going to do is show you what it’s like to be a real boyfriend.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Look, please I…ahhhh, no…ahhhh…” I was cut off by Sarah’s hand on my balls, squeezing them roughly. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“There, feel that?” She said with a big grin. “That’s what you deserve, that pain.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I gritted my teeth. The pain increased. I couldn’t tell if Sarah was squeezing harder or not.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Please…” I muttered.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Take it,” Sarah said. Katie was holding my arms down. Her breasts, smaller than Sarah’s but still big enough to jiggle above me as she struggled to keep me restrained. I was in too much pain to enjoy them.</div>
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“There,” Sarah said. She was definitely adding more pressure now. My balls were being pressed against each other. Even her well-manicured nails pressed into the skin and dug into them. It hurt like hell and I was screaming, struggling with pain. Katie looked sympathetic, oddly, as she held my arms down while Sarah squeezed my balls.</div>
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She slowly let the pressure go and finally took her hand off. “There, I think all boys need a little bit of pain to keep them in line, right?”</div>
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My eyes were shut and my chest rose and lowered quickly.</div>
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“Right!” she slapped my balls, hard. I yelped and felt tears leaking like all the precum had on my stomach.</div>
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“Y…” I coughed. “Yes…please…”</div>
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“Good boy,” Sarah said with a smile, reaching to my shaft and tugging on it, getting it hard. “To think, you’ve already got to feel Rose up, see her breasts and cum.”</div>
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“Quite the privilege,” Katie said, her voice sounding rehearsed.</div>
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“Indeed, so what does he get for that?”</div>
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Katie looked down at me.</div>
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“I said, what does he get for that?”</div>
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Katie responded. “What he deserves…”</div>
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Sarah only moaned, rubbing my cock. Katie’s breasts, dangling above my head, revealing quite a bit of cleavage, were helping me get stiff.</div>
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Sarah went back to my balls, squeezing them and slapping them back and forth. She had to sit on my thighs to keep them apart and with Katie holding my arms, she had uncontested access to my groin. She enjoyed slapping them back and forth. I don’t just mean like smiles and giggles. She was moaning, her nipples were showing through her tight halter. Each slap seemed to bring her closer to her own climax and every scream I gave, more yelps than anything really, made her bite her lip and slap them harder.</div>
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She relented and went back to stroking me. “The only thing I don’t like about busting these fragile things is that you get all limp. I really think soft cocks just look silly.”</div>
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I couldn’t help but take my eyes away from Katie’s breasts and focus them on Sarah’s which seemed to heave up and down, pushed together by the white halter. They were big and firm and jiggled slightly at every breath she took and in the delirious state I was in, my balls full from teasing and on fire from the busting, I couldn’t help but stare, getting hard off of them.</div>
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“You like them?” Sarah asked. “How do they compare with Rose’s?”</div>
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I coughed out as she got me to the edge.</div>
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“Don’t worry, it doesn’t matter what you say, I’m just gonna bust your balls anyway!” She slapped them again, taking both hands and squeezing each balls separately. She laughed out loud, you know like the villainesses in movies, except more chillingly. </div>
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I screamed out more, struggling against their constraints. </div>
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“He’s getting squishy,” Sarah said playfully, moving my balls around with her hands. Even though she wasn’t applying nearly the same pressure as before, just the movement of them around in my sack hurt…a lot. </div>
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Katie let go of my arms, we both knew they were too weak by now to put up much of a fight and leaned back, placing a hand on my sack and feeling them. </div>
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“Ooohh, you’re right, you really got them good this time.”</div>
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“He’s probably just not used to the busting.”</div>
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“Yeah,” Katie said with a shrug. “The others could go a lot longer. I’d go easy on him though, we don’t want to ruin them for Rose.”</div>
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Sarah got a big smile on her face. “You’re probably right. I’m sure she wants at least one of them to play with.”</div>
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Katie giggled. Were they joking?</div>
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My mind went swirling as Sarah clamped my balls again in her small hands. Katie tried to stop her, or something but my vision blurred and all I could sense was pain. Sarah stopped, after awhile and they went back to playing with me, rubbing my cock and teasing it. I couldn’t feel anything but pain anymore, but I was getting hard in their hands, precum dribbling out. I was too out of it to even look at their breasts, which seemed to dangle above my cock tauntingly. My eyes were at the ceiling and I waited for the pain to subside. It felt like an hour, maybe it was. Maybe it was longer, who knows? I certainly didn’t care. But either way when I raised my head off of the pillow it was just Katie, running her finger up and down my cock. The pain was still there, dulled a little from the passing time and now I could just barely feel her finger on my shaft. It felt good, comforting.</div>
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“How are you doing?” Katie asked quietly, still running her fingers around my cock.</div>
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I groaned out something garbled.</div>
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“She busted you pretty hard.”</div>
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She probably said more but I couldn’t hear it. The touch of her hand felt good on my cock and that’s all I cared about. I didn’t even think about release. I just wanted the pain to stop.</div>
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It was dark now, I noticed when Sarah walked in and turned on the overhead light.</div>
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“Now we’ve had a lot of fun today, haven’t we?” Sarah asked. I was feeling better. My cock was soft on my stomach and Katie was sitting in one of those round, wicker chairs with the oversized cushion. </div>
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I groaned.</div>
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“But, one thing I have to make clear is not to tell Rose about this, ok?”</div>
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I groaned.</div>
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“Good boy, she would be so upset with us if you did. She won’t like it if she knew we were playing with her toys.” Sarah got closer and bent over, purposely giving me a look down her shirt. “And plus,” she said, placing her hand on my balls, even the slightest touch sending pain through them. “If you do tell her, you’ll be getting a lot more pain. I was good to you today, only using my hands, not even tying you down. Heck, you stayed conscious the whole time…for the most part. So you’re going to keep your mouth shut around Rose, right?”</div>
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I nodded, my neck numb.</div>
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“Good,” she confirmed, rubbing my cock to reward me. “We’ll let you stay here for awhile ok? But you have to go home at like 11ish, my parents don’t like when boys stay over.”</div>
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In "Getting Home," I like the innocence and the changing emotions of Jennifer in the story. I do like how they are friends and sort of go through a teasing and denial sequence accidentally.</div>
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Jim fumbled for his keys until he found the one to his apartment door. The lock clicked slowly and he let himself in, shutting the door behind him.</div>
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“Oh, hey Jim.” Jennifer remarked, turning her neck around from the couch to greet her roommate. “How was your date?”</div>
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“Um, fine.” Jim said hesitantly, trying to avoid the topic.</div>
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“Just fine?” Jennifer asked with a crooked eyebrow. “I see you got home a little earlier than I thought you would.”</div>
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“Yeah, well, I guess we decided it was a good time to end.” Jim said.</div>
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“Hm.” Jennifer remarked, shrugging her shoulders at his vague remark and turned her head back to the tv anyway.</div>
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Jim set his jacket on the rack and walked over to the back of the couch. He rested his hands on the rough fabric above Jennifer. His eyes wandered from the tv to down her shirt, which was showing off quite a bit of cleavage.</div>
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In fact, Jim figured Jennifer really hadn’t been expecting him home so early, he could just barely count the times he had seen her in this shirt, the one that dipped far below her neckline to emphasize her truly impressive rack. He stared for a bit longer, feeling his pants grow tight as he gawked at the excessive display.</div>
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Jennifer watched the tv obliviously, creating small talk amongst themselves. He did his best to keep it going, hoping to prolong the experience. Man, did he want to reach down to grab those, he thought to himself. The two roomates had been just that for almost a year now. They were both Juniors in LYU and had been friends since freshmen year. They both liked each other’s warm, outgoing nature and found it was easy to talk to one and other about serious issues. Of course, their nearly fraternal relationship never stopped them from thinking sexually about each other and each had had their fair share of fantasies involving the other party.</div>
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Jim had recalled just two nights ago when he pleasured himself in his bed over the sight of his sexy roomate walking through the house in just a wet towel, wrapped just below her ass and just above her large breasts. The thought of that, combined with the sight of her firm cleavage made him moan out quietly.</div>
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“Are you ok up there?” She asked, turning her head upwards. Jim was lucky enough to look at the tv in time, so it wasn’t too obvious he was helping himself with a view down her shirt.</div>
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“Yeah, sorry just a little tired.”</div>
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“Well, come on down and watch some tv with me.” Jennifer suggested, patting the couch next to her. Jim reluctantly gave up his view and sat down next to her, forcing himself to pay attention to the screen.</div>
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Jennifer in part wanted her friend to relax after a long day at school, work and then a date. Also, living with such large breasts for nearly six years now, she always had a sixth sense when they were getting attention. It wasn’t that she minded too much, heck, she would be worried if he <i>wasn’t </i>staring, but ever since they had moved in together, she made it a point to never allowing him too much, just so that he wouldn’t ever get the wrong idea.</div>
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She wasn’t the best of examples of innocence. As Jim sat down, she couldn’t help but notice the bulging erection sticking out at her and it wasn’t by far the first time she had noticed it either. In fact, she caught herself many times thinking about it. She had seen it once, by accident, catching Jim jerking off when her classes were canceled. It was embarrassing for both of them, of course, but it definitely fueled her own play session later that night.</div>
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She had a good look too, she had been very quiet. It was on accident of course, as she came into his room. She figured he was sleeping and she just needed to borrow some of his physics notes for the upcoming test. As she opened the door she got a perfect sight of him jerking his cock with a pleasured but eyes-closed look on his face. She watched for at least a minute, feeling herself getting a little wet from the stimulation. She could have just left it there too, shut the door just as quietly as she had opened it and left. But there was something about catching him in the act that got her so excited. So she made a point of opening the door loudly and asking him for his notebook. She gave an excited wide-eyed gasp as she cut herself off mid sentence and watched as he fumbled with his pants and underwear. She spent a little too long looking at him, trying her best to soak up the moment before she left.</div>
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“Don’t you ever get tired of this show, it’s the same thing every time.” Jim complained.</div>
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“Then don’t watch it.” Jennifer countered.</div>
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“Well if Denise wasn’t it in I wouldn’t.” He said with a smirk.</div>
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Jennifer couldn’t help letting her lips form their own smile. Denise, the pretty, go-get’em journalist of the series brought in ratings from both men and women. Her skirt-clad, unbuttoned, button-down shirt was the only reason a guy would be caught dead watching the show.</div>
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He was probably getting hard thinking of her, she thought to herself and went on with <i>my breasts are bigger anyways.</i> She shook her head, those kind of thoughts shouldn’t be passing through her mind. Yet, there was something about him getting a throbbing, hard erection right next to her that really turned her on. <i>He’s probably going to jerk it tonight to her</i>, she thought to herself. <i>Or maybe me...</i> She blinked and got back into focus, cursing her childishness. </div>
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“Hey Jen?” Jim began, still facing the screen.</div>
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“What’s up?”</div>
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“Uh, this may sound odd but…”</div>
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“Probably no more odd than any of the rest of your questions you ask me that start with that.”</div>
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“Well uh, what do you usually do on a date?”</div>
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Jennifer was puzzled, but played along. “I dunno, stuff, movies or whatever.”</div>
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“Then what?”</div>
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“Thennnnn we go back to someone’s place or go home I guess.”</div>
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“That’s it?”</div>
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“Well, if we know each other well, we make out or something, what’s your point Jim?”</div>
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“Nothing.”</div>
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She knew the drill, he always said ‘nothing,’ waited three seconds and then asked her the real question. She counted mentally.</div>
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“Well it’s just, I mean, what do you do after making out?”</div>
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“Hm?” She was enjoying how red in the face he was.</div>
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“You know, do you ever…?”</div>
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“Put out?” Jennifer laughed a little to ease the tension. “Yeah, sometimes, haha, depends on the guy, the timing all that. Why do you ask, did you guys start fooling around?”</div>
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“Well, yeah, I mean a little bit. We were making out for awhile and then she got into my pants.”</div>
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Jennifer realized she had been ignoring the tv for quite some time now and was completely enveloped into his story. She visualized all of his words, except she pictured herself with him and not his date.</div>
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“Ooo, fun.” She remarked. “I bet you liked that.”</div>
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“Yeah I did!” He said a little too enthusiastically, enticing a giggle from his roommate. “But well, I mean, you’ve done it before right?”</div>
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“What,” She asked with a furrowed brow, “A handjob? Are you kidding?”</div>
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Jim turned red. “No I meant like, well, when you do do that, do you usually finish?”</div>
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It took Jennifer awhile to get what he was saying. She frowned and then doubted herself and then had a look of concern. “You mean…” She trailed off for the first time.</div>
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“Yeah.”</div>
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Inside, Jennifer gave herself a standing ovation on keeping herself from laughing outloud. She barely even smiled and came up with the smoothest thing she could think of.</div>
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“Oh…well that sucks.” She said, her lips betraying her with a grin.</div>
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“It’s not funny, Jen, it really hurts.” He whined.</div>
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“Aww, poor thing, got a bad case of the blueballs?” She chided, taking great fun at his predicament.</div>
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“Ugh Jen!”</div>
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“Comeon, comeon, I’m kidding.” She laughed, scooting closer to him, placing her hand on his knee. “I do feel bad for you, she sounds like such a tease.”</div>
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“You have no idea how much this hurts.” Jim moaned, tugging his shorts down his thighs, forcing his boner to even out a bit more.</div>
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“Why don’t you just beat it off?” She asked casually.</div>
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“What, you mean now?”</div>
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“Why not?” She asked, pretending like it was second-nature. She loved how red she was making his face and best yet, she got an excuse to stare down at his erection.</div>
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“Well, I mean, you’re right here and…”</div>
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“I didn’t mean right here in the livingroom!”</div>
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His face got beat-red. “Well, no I didn’t….You’ll know if I’m in my room.”</div>
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“Oh comeon, like I don’t <i>know</i> you do it almost every night.”</div>
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He blushed harder, not really sure what to say. Jennifer added a giggle to lighten the tension. “Really I wouldn’t mind, I mean you’re in pain.” He felt her hand squeeze his thigh a little, the motion making his head swim. He wasn’t even sure what to say, his roommate, his sexy, fantasy-driven roommate was telling him to jerk off.</div>
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“Jennifer,” he said trying to keep his voice from cracking, “stop…stop kidding around.”</div>
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“Hey, I’m being serious,” she remarked, despite her enormous smile and impolite stare at his crotch. “Blueballs isn’t something to joke around about, you need to relieve yourself right now.” She squeezed her hand and moved it a little higher on his thigh. He gasped, his vision blurring with confusion.</div>
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“In fact,” she started, loosening her grip, “I take blueballs very seriously, I would never let any of my dates go with them, and you’re my best friend.”</div>
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He was gasping for air.</div>
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“If you needed it, I would definitely be willing to help…” she offered, making him ask for it.</div>
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“Oh yes, I mean…Jennifer, wait we…”</div>
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“Shhh.” She placed her hand gingerly around his crotch area, squeezing just enough so he could feel it. The action silenced him, she made sure his desires trumped his reasoning. Even she could hardly believe herself. She knew she was getting in over her head, but the idea of him having aching balls and being desperate with desire was just too much for her to handle.</div>
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She felt bold and went for it, unzipping his pants and tugging them downwards a little. Jim went to object but was easily hushed by her smooth hands running up and down the tent in his boxers. He moaned out, unable to stop his expression of lust. Jennifer smiled to herself, rubbing his thick shaft and enjoying every moment of the experience.</div>
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“Wow, you’re really stiff, she must have been at you for awhile. How long was she teasing you?”</div>
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With closed eyes he responded lazily “Ohhh, about an hour I guess.”</div>
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She formed a huge smile. “That sounds terrible.” She replied with false sincerity. She let her hands go and ran them across his chest. “I’ve wanted to do this with you for a long time.”</div>
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“Jennifer…I don’t know if we should.”</div>
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“It’s ok, I’m just relieving you, relax.”</div>
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He was too far gone to comprehend logic and he gave in, letting himself go.</div>
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She reached in and felt around for his cock, wrapping her fingers around his throbbing shaft.</div>
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“Ohhh, Jennifer, that’s good, don’t stop.” He begged as she stroked him up and down. She went faster. “Oh, yeah, Jen, ohhhh that’s so good.” He convulsed a little and his body shook from the pleasure. She jerked him over and over until he was close and slowed, leaving her hand loose on his cock.</div>
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“Enjoying this?”</div>
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Jim gained more consciousness to sit up. “Oh yeah, Jen that feels amazing.”</div>
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She smiled and gripped him harder. “You like the view?” She asked abruptly. Jim blushed, taking his eyes away from her cleavage.</div>
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“Hehe, it’s ok, you can look, it hasn’t stopped you before.”</div>
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Jim frowned and felt embarrassed but he still turned his eyes back down her cleavage feeling precum dribble down his shaft onto her hands. The mixture of the sight of her amazing breasts and her soft hand running itself over his cock was sending erotic tremors through his body. He recollected that this was probably the best handjob he had ever had.</div>
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A deep ache twisted his balls, interrupting his thoughts. Her hand was massaging his balls now, which he normally would have loved, except for the fact that she had also stopped massaging the more sensitive spots just a few inches higher.</div>
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Jim let out a low moan. Jennifer gave a huge smile as she manipulated his cock and balls, controlling him like a puppet on her strings.</div>
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“How is it?” she asked almost rhetorically as his deep moaning and humping were dead giveaways of his increasing pleasure. She could tell he was pretty close to cumming from even her limited experiences of handjobs. </div>
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Jennifer could barely believe herself, jerking off her roommate on their couch. Heck, she was jerking off her good friend. The excuse she gave herself was that she was just giving him some relief after some other girl teased him. She wondered if he really had blueballs or how she would be able to tell. Did they really turn blue? Would he know if she asked him?</div>
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“Ohhh, Jen…more, don’t stop.”</div>
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He was definitely getting close. She wondered if his date meant to tease him like this, maybe the date had already given him blueballs. Heck, maybe blueballs didn’t even exist. Her only experience with them was with high school boys trying to get a handjob out of her.</div>
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She gave him a few more quick strokes. Jim was absolutely loving this. His sexy, often-fantasized-about roommate was pleasuring him after a particularly frustrating date. He just wished he wasn’t so close already so he could enjoy it more. He wondered if she would be willing to do more of this in the future. No…no, that’s taking it way too far, she’s just your friend he scolded himself. Wait, maybe this was all wrong in the first place.</div>
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He felt his muscles contract. “Jen…Jennifer.”</div>
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“Yeah?” she asked, slowing her hand down.</div>
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“I don’t…maybe we shouldn’t do this?”</div>
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“Aren’t you enjoying this?”</div>
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“Of course! I mean, yeah I am, it feels really good but we’re roommates, this might be a little awkward, you know.”</div>
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Jennifer figured she could take him more seriously if he wasn’t staring down her shirt while he said all that.</div>
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“Well, I mean, I don’t wanna do anything you’re not comfortable with,” she never thought she would be the one saying that. “So we can stop, but I mean, I don’t have a problem with it.”</div>
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Jim sighed internally, maybe she really was enjoying this. “Well, no, we can keep going, sorry I didn’t mean to put a damper on this.”</div>
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“Well look,” Jennifer added. “It’s not like we’re having sex, I’m just jerking you off, this is no different than you masturbating in your room.”</div>
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“Right.”</div>
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“So just relax.”</div>
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“O…ok.”</div>
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Jennifer noticed his cock was a little less stiff now. She wrapped her hand around it, decided to show him a little more cleavage and rubbed him quickly making sure to give him as much pleasure as she could. Jim moaned out again and shut his eyes.</div>
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Jennifer watched his reactions and how close he was getting. He looked like he was really enjoying himself, she thought to herself. It surprised her how easily he was to getting a handjob from her. Yeah, he did bring up problems but he certainly didn’t mind when she took off his pants and went at it. Maybe his date was made up and this was all an excuse to get an orgasm from her and a guilt-free look down her shirt.</div>
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She scolded herself for being so paranoid. Jim wouldn’t do that to her not to mention that his cock gave away his frustration regardless. But maybe his date had a good reason to stop, like what if he was trying something with her or did something weird? No not Jim, she perplexed.</div>
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“So, why did she stop?” Jennifer asked, keeping her hand on the lower parts of his shaft.</div>
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Jim couldn’t believe her timing, he was just starting to get really close. “I don’t know, she just stopped, she said that the first date was too soon.”</div>
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“Well, it kinda is.”</div>
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“Yeah but, I mean she was already giving the handjob, she shouldn’t stop after that.”</div>
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Jennifer agreed but it was probably Jim’s idea to get the handjob in the first place. She went back to stroking him to the edge. His balls were starting to ache more as he approached the climax. He moaned out and leaned back feeling the cum rise.</div>
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She watched him get close, she knew he was going to spurt all over, get waves of pleasure from her. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being used. His date didn’t sound so bad after all. The only thing he cared about right now was getting his orgasm.</div>
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As she jerked him he gripped the sides of the couch and breathed deeply, moaning “oh yeah, ohhhh yeah.”</div>
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Jennifer pictured herself as his date, getting him just as close as she was. Watching him moan and squirm and prepare himself for pleasure. But why should she? His date probably had a good reason, it was a first date after all. In fact, if she made him explode right now, he’d just learn that first dates are for orgasms. She’d probably end up having to jerk him off after every girl made out with him or any other time he just got hard. Or worse…</div>
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She took her hand off right as he was about to cum and watched as his cock twitched and his balls clenched.</div>
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“Ahhh, Jen…ow my balls.”</div>
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“No cumming tonight.”</div>
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“Wha…what…what’s wrong?”</div>
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“You heard me.”</div>
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“But Jen, I was so close.”</div>
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“Oh and no masturbating tonight either, you’re sleeping in my room tonight so I make sure you don’t wack off.”</div>
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“Jen…what the hell’s gotten into you?”</div>
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“You know, that girl had it right, you don’t get a handjob on a first date.”</div>
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“But…but…I was so close.”</div>
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“Comeon, zip up your pants.”</div>
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“Jen, comeon, stop being oww owwwww.” He was cut short by her squeezing his balls, not too much to really hurt him but just enough to send a message.</div>
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“I said zip them up.”</div>
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Jim complied and tugged his boxers up and closed his pants over his needy groin. His balls were killing him, aching from hours of stimulation.</div>
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“Now comeon,” Jennifer said. “It’s bed time.”</div>
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beggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496029123292410607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006536387784256319.post-15310592531329289792008-04-13T18:12:00.000-07:002016-09-06T16:08:16.186-07:00Cold WarCold War takes place in 1958, the main character is a woman and the teasing and denial is based on interrogation. Two things I liked about Cold War was Jennifer's transition into tease and denial and her revenge on her chauvinistic boyfriend.<br />
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Cold War by begger<br />
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Cold War</div>
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Maria nodded to the receptionist offhandedly and clicked her heels down the cold, marble floors of the CIA building. Her hair today was let loose as it often was, her dark brown hair swaying back and forth on her shoulders as she walked. As she got to the elevator the ever-present line of people stood watching the numbers above them get smaller and smaller. She stood shifting her weight to her left foot and crossed her arms across her chest impatiently. Finally as the “ding” sounded the doors opened, men in suits filed out and more men with suits filed in.</div>
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She cursed to herself. It seemed like every morning’s ride was the same. She was pushed into the back of the elevator and forced to be pressed against everyone else. The worst of it was, she lost count of how many times the business man behind her didn’t move back far enough so she could feel his cock against her ass rising just as fast as the elevator was. Of course the man behind her, no matter who he was, always seemed to get off on a floor above her own so she was forced to endure the entire ride with some perverts boner between her ass cheeks.</div>
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She was used to it though as it was a daily occurrence. Plus, it was tame in comparison to what men would do with her during the rest of the day.</div>
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The elevator stopped for the sixth time, nearly the top of the building, and she departed, relieved that she no longer had an erection between her ass.</div>
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She clicked her heels down the hall and opened the door to her division’s office. The door read in large, black letters “Counterintelligence Interrogation.” As she pushed the broad, glass door aside she saw her boss and a co-worker of hers talking over a desk with a newspaper on it.</div>
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“This is incredible!” It was her boss, Gregory Fitzgerald. “Explorer I is in orbit.” He was truly excited. Maria couldn’t think of a better person for his position, director of interrogation. He was the most patriotic man she had ever met and it crushed him when the <st1:place st="on">Soviet Union</st1:place> got into space first. Explorer I, the first <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">U.S.</st1:place></st1:country-region> satellite to orbit the earth, was on the first page of every newspaper, including the one on the desk in front of them.</div>
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The other man, John Reynolds, was 2 years older than she was at his age of 29. He always had slicked, black hair, a cheap suit and often a small flask of booze with him. He was a little on the chubby side, but no one had ever thought he was fat. </div>
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Maria greeted her boss and avoided making eye contact with John. He seemed very sleazy to her and she didn’t want anything to do with the man.</div>
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Such was the not the case for John. His eyes roamed over Maria’s body like they did every morning. He licked his lips gently. She was so beautiful, he thought to himself. She always came to work in those sexy high heels, showing off her tanned legs. </div>
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He felt his pants start to get tighter. Her firm breasts were his favor aspect about her. They had to be at least 36DD, maybe 38DD. It was so hard to tell with her sometimes. </div>
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John hated his job and the only his bottle of liquor in his desk and the sight of Maria’s body made it bearable.</div>
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“When was the rocket launched?” John asked, with his eyes still looking Maria over.</div>
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“Two days ago, didn’t you see it on Television?”</div>
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John shook his head, peeling his eyes away from Maria slowly and back to the newspaper. Maria strutted past them to her office, looking upon all of the work in front of her. Women weren’t usually given such a high status job as her, but she displayed “exceptional talent in her field” according to her instructor. Long story short, she became one of the top interrogators in the country and was given a job at the CIA. </div>
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Of course she knew she wouldn’t be where she was without her looks. Her instructors praise wasn’t exactly unbiased. This was the same instructor that congratulated her by a nice pat on the rear and showed his affection for her by staring down her shirt every opportunity he had. It wasn’t like Maria fought it either; she loved picking out especially revealing clothes every day, knowing she would be giving her instructor a nice hard erection for the rest of the day.</div>
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Gregory finished explaining the significance of the Explorer to his unappreciative employee and walked back to his office, shaking his head. “Back in my day…” He muttered to himself. He was so caught up in his own grumblings that he barely heard his secretary call for him.</div>
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“I said…Mr. Fitzgerald, we’ve got a prisoner today.” The secretary said behind him at her desk. She pushed her blonde hair out of her face and stood up, handing him the file.</div>
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The division director took the file and opened the yellow folder, paging through its contents quickly. He was just about to pass it back to her when he got to the last page.</div>
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“A Soviet Spy!?” He exclaimed, a little too loudly than a person in a government building should be speaking. “This is incredible, where did we find him?”</div>
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“I just pass this stuff along.” The blonde secretary said. He knew she was lying, he had caught her a few times looking through confidential files. He didn’t mind, he knew it was out of her own curiosity. Plus, it wasn’t like they would give a lowly secretary, much less a woman, something that could threaten national security.</div>
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He was too enthused over the papers in his hand to wave her a proper goodbye and he hurried back to his office.</div>
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He was looking through the files more carefully now. The spy, named “Aleksander Kotov” was captured trying to infiltrate government buildings in <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Washington</st1:city> <st1:state st="on">D.C.</st1:state></st1:place> under a surname of course. There were several listed and most looked pretty phony, which he assumed were Soviet failed attempts to sound American.<o:p></o:p></div>
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There was a knock on hazy-glass door with his name printed backwards on it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Come in.” He said in response.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Maria opened the door and closed it gingerly. He could already feel the sweat on his brow accumulating. He was married for God’s sake. Yet, he couldn’t help stare, rather, fantasize, about his astonishing employee strutting toward his desk. He was scolding himself for his arousal. Just as he finally got his mind off of himself of top of her, she leaned against the desk and bent over to look at the open file on his desk. <o:p></o:p></div>
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He had a perfect view down her white blouse. She always left the top three buttons undone, something that drove him and his male co-workers crazy. He could see her breasts bursting out of her white lace bra. The bra cupped her breasts perfectly and pushed them out, as if inviting him to look at them.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Maria tried her best to hold back the giggle forming on her lips but she felt her mouth form a wry smile at the sight of her boss’ hardon, poking through his pants. She knew what she did to men and she enjoyed it. Even though she was looking down at the file in front of her, she knew his eyes were glued down her shirt. Admittedly, she wasn’t helping the situation but bending over as much as possible and taking a very long time to look through the file.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“um…uh…so Maria, I’ll need to you to take care of this for me.” He said trying to regain his composure by shifting his weight in his seat. He knew she was aware of his erection but he figured it was better to be obvious about it and fix the situation rather than sitting there with a tent in his pants while he talked to her.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Maria smirked at double entendre when she heard “take care of this for me.” She knew he meant the man in the file but she knew he also would have liked to mean for her to “take care” of his throbbing cock underneath his pants.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She played along a little bit further. “Of course, Greg.” She said, using his first name. “I’d love to take care of that for you.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Gregory choked a little on his dry throat, swallowed and replied, with a cracking voice “Thanks, Ms. Giovanni, ask my secretary for more information.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Sounds good, sir, I’ll get right on it.” She said with a wink so soft that Gregory wasn’t sure if she had really given him a wink or not.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Maria turned around slowly and walked out of the room, making sure to strut her ass back and forth as much as possible. As the door closed, Gregory let out a large sigh, relieved she was out of the room. He shut his eyes and wiped his eyelids with his fingers. “Back in my day…” He said, trying to get his erection down.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Maria walked down the hall to her office when she heard out of the corner of the room.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Hey, Maria, comere.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She rolled her eyes before she turned around to face John with a rather annoying grin on his face. He looked her up and down with wide eyes.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“What do you want, John?” Maria asked impatiently, hoping to get this over with.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He looked her up and down one more time, focusing a little too long on her breasts for her tastes. He opened his mouth and she could smell alcohol on his breath, although he didn’t seem drunk.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“What did the boss have to say?” He asked curiously, still holding on to that annoying grin. She really didn’t want to tell him, not that she didn’t want him to know, she just didn’t like talking to the man.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“A newbie.” She said quickly. “Needs interrogation.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Your specialty.” He said with a chuckle, looking at the cleavage line between her breasts, pushing out of her tight bra.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Will that be all, John?” She asked impatiently. “Or did you just want to stare at my boobs?” She asked bluntly, a move that gave a slight startle to the normally cool John. Most men would have gotten red in the face and looked back into her eyes. Instead, John chuckled again and took the comment as further invitation to stuff his eyes down her shirt.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I think that’s about it. You know, if you ever need my…assistance, I’d just love to help you out one of these days.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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His drunkenness was starting to show. “Oh don’t worry John, you’ll be the first to know.” She said, walking past him, rolling her eyes.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She sat at her desk for awhile, looking at the files more in depth. She was just as amazed as the director, capturing a Soviet spy was amazing news. Especially the fact that her department would be interrogating him. And even more so that <i>she</i> would be interrogating him.<o:p></o:p></div>
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After another hour she finished with her notes and had practically memorized everything about the file. She took the off-white folder under her right arm and strode out of her office towards the elevator outside.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She pressed the button to go another level higher, where the prisoners were kept. Unlike the rest of the building, this floor was a gray floor with gray walls and twelve doors going down a single hallway, six on each side. She walked down the hallway, her high heels clicking loudly down the passage. She stood in front of the door, number 13475, indicating the number of the prisoner inside. She called over a security guard to unlock the door.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Your papers, ma’am?” The guard asked, standing behind her, looking over her shoulder. She knew he wasn’t looking at the open folder since no one had ever tried to break into a prisoner’s hold and she knew the guard was very lazy and irresponsible. She was used to the treatment of his looking down her shirt. She had to give him credit though, he was doing a lot better job than the weekend security guard did at being subtle.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The guard after looking long down her shirt, opened the door and closed it behind her.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Inside, the floors were concrete with a toilet, a shower, a table with an accompanying chair and a prisoner in a light blue jumpsuit handcuffed on the ground. As she entered, the prisoner kept his head down. He sat against the only empty wall in the room, to the right of her as she entered. The table and chair were on her right and the shower and toilet were across the room for her.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She turned to her right and stood over the captured spy.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Alek, I presume?” She asked sternly. She watched his eyes flicker but he did not look up at her. “Do you speak English?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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No response. She was getting impatient, she always got the difficult ones. But she was an expert for a reason and she new how to get people, especially men, to talk.<o:p></o:p></div>
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There was a knock on the door and then it opened slowly. A young girl, maybe 4 or 5 years younger than Maria walked through. She wore thick glasses and her dark brown hair was in a bun. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Hi.” She said softly. “I’m Jennifer, um, Rowley.” She finished nervously.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Maria turned to greet her. “I’m Maria Giovanni and if you don’t mind my bluntness, who are you, this is supposed to be a closed-interrogation.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I’m the stenographer.” She responded a little worried.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I don’t need a stenographer.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Well, um, it’s standard procedure. At least this is what I was told to do.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I see.” Maria responded. She didn’t like the idea of another person with her but she figured a prisoner of such high priority probably needed a good record.<o:p></o:p></div>
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That was another thing she hated, records. She wanted to do things the way she wanted without anyone knowing. What did the top brass care if they got the information they needed?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Jennifer took her typewriter from the hands of the guard outside and set it on the table across from the prisoner. She pulled her skirt out under her and sat down, adjusting the machine to fit the paper.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Despite her conservative look, Maria noticed that she could be very attractive if she just knew what to do with herself. She wore very little makeup, and the makeup she wore didn’t go with her at all. Furthermore, she had very nice legs but the skirt was way too long for her and her leggings weren’t really the right color for her light skin tone. Also, she noticed her breasts were very large and also high and firm on her chest, something robbed by the tight confining bra she wore and the white business shirt buttoned and trapping her best feature beneath.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Whenever you’re ready.” Jennifer said quietly, looking down on her typewriter.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Maria smirked, of course it’s when <i>I’m</i> ready, she said to herself but she knew the young girl meant no harm by what she said.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Well, Jennifer, the first part is going to be a little boring for you. I need to do some preliminary checks first so if you wanna come back in an hour or so, I’m sure you won’t miss much.” She said, completely bullshitting the girl.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“It’s ok, I’ll wait.” She said with a smile. She really didn’t take a hint, did she?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Fine, Maria said to herself, if she was gonna stay around Maria might as well have some fun with her, and herself, of course.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I need to do some medical checks.” Maria announced and walked over to the prisoner. She knelt down next to the spy and started unzipping his jumpsuit.<o:p></o:p></div>
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A “medical check” was complete malarkey. The people who detained the spy before her had already gone through everything medically possible with him and had detailed it very well in her packet of information, But of course, Jennifer didn’t know that.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The undressing of the spy got his attention for the first time. The way the suit was put together meant that the handcuffs could stay on while the suit was taken off. Maria stripped him completely naked, making sure to go slowly around his crotch.’<o:p></o:p></div>
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Afterwards she pretended to check all around him, behind his ears and in his eyes everything she had seen doctors do. One thing she knew doctors didn’t do was push their breasts against a patient’s head while examining them.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She watched as his cock grew a little stiff, growing in size slightly. She examined further and further down his body, keeping her large breasts pushed against his face or shoulder. As her hands reached his thighs she gave a small smile as she watched him grow considerably hard and finally when she felt the time was right, she put her hand under his balls, cupping them softly in her hand.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br />That did it. His cock grew to life rapidly becoming very stiff and stuck straight up. She rolled his testicles in her hand a little, trying her best to seem completely innocent. Of course if anyone could see under Maria’s skirt they would know right away what she was thinking.<o:p></o:p></div>
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After a rather rough squeeze, her hand moved upwards and gently ran over the spy’s shaft as it throbbed upwards trying its best to get more contact from Maria’s soft hand. She repeated this a few times and then wrapped her hand all the way around his shaft, one slender finger after another. The hand moved up and down slowly, making sure to squeeze slowly. Maria bit her lip, feeling the rigidity of his cock. He was very hard indeed and she pressed her chest into his face even more so, feeling his cock respond accordingly.<o:p></o:p></div>
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After giving him a great deal of stimulation, she took her hand away and stood up, wiping the precum on her hand off on a handkerchief. <o:p></o:p></div>
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She gave a quick look over to Jennifer and watched as Jennifer’s gaze went from transfixed to a red-faced stare downwards to the typewriter. Maria smiled.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Maria parted her legs a little and looked over the folder.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Aleksander, huh?” She asked, looking down at the slave. He was red faced and obviously uncomfortable being naked in front of two women and his hardon sticking up and throbbing wasn’t helping to relax him at all.<o:p></o:p></div>
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As Maria and Jennifer talked, Alek squirmed uncomfortably. He had been captured over two weeks ago and although the last thing on his mind was sex, he realized he hadn’t had an orgasm in, well, he knew it was longer than two weeks ago.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Damn she was beautiful, he thought to himself. He had always considered himself a breast man, and this American’s tits were probably the best he’d seen. He even got to feel them on his face rubbing up and down and massaging his skin to the rhythm of her breathing.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Maria walked back to Alek.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Tell me, Alek, it says here that the Soviets are moving missiles all over the world. You wouldn’t mind telling me where they’d want to move those, would you?” She asked in her best pouty-girl voice. She knew he wasn’t going to answer but she loved making his face turn red. Not to mention she knew that he knew of the missiles whereabouts and that that was good information to have.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She heard the pitter-patter of the metal keys slamming down on the stenographer’s paper. That was going to get very annoying.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Not going to tell me huh?” She asked, standing closer to him, looking him over.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Ma’am?” A soft voice asked behind her, making her scowl. This was why she liked to be alone, no interruptions.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yes Jennifer?” She responded impatiently.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Um, if you’d like, I can speak Russian.” She said timidly, not trying to offend Maria.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“That’s ok, it says here he can speak English.” She said, holding up the folder.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“Are you sure?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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Maria didn’t like her beating around the bush like this. She really didn’t even want her in the room in the first place.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“Yes I’m sure.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“Well, it’s just, I was told that the prisoner didn’t know English and that I could help.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Who told you that?” Maria asked, trying to get to the point.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“Mr. Johansen, from intelligence.” She responded innocently.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Maria didn’t know of any Johansens but she doubted that Jennifer would be making anything up like that. And if Jennifer was right, since the information in the folders wasn’t always correct, she could come in handy, despite her reluctance to Jennifer’s presence.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“So, you speak Russian?” Maria asked.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“Yeah, Russian, German, French, Italian, Sp-”<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“Ask him where the missiles are.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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Jennifer looked sad for a second, as she failed to impress Maria but she instantly went back to her cheerful smile and spoke Russian to Alek loud enough so that he could hear.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“What did he say?” Maria asked after Alek responded.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“He says you’re wasting your time and that there are no missiles.” Jennifer said. While she talked, Maria noticed that Jennifer’s eyes were transfixed on the spy’s cock, swaying back and forth as it gradually softened.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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Maria thought to herself how she could make things a little more interesting.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In the same cool tone she instructed before she said to Jennifer. “Ask him how he feels about being naked in front of two, very beautiful ladies.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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Jennifer coughed out in surprise, took a deep breath in and with a red face she asked “Ma’am?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“You heard me.” Responded Maria with a crooked eyebrow.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Maria wasn’t sure if Jennifer was really going to ask the prisoner the question, for all she knew, Jennifer might just make it up.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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All her doubts went away as she watched the prisoners voice turn a deep red and his cock stiffen just a little. Maria bit her lip and smiled, this was going to be a lot of fun.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Chapter 2<o:p></o:p></div>
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Jennifer spoke red-faced in Russian to the equally embarrassed prisoner. She asked him verbatim what Maria told her to ask. “How does it feel to be naked in front of us?” Was how she phrased it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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The spy’s face flushed and he looked like he choked on a very dry thought. Maria smiled, delighting in the embarrassment of both her subject and her stenographer.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“Ask him again.” Maria ordered to Jennifer, trying to hold back her smile.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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Jennifer repeated the question but still without an answer. Maria gave a low, menacing laugh and crouched down to Alek so that he could hear her amusement.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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Maria’s hand slowly brought itself down to his knee and caressed the skin sending shivers down his spine. Alek’s cock was getting stiff again and he shuffled himself to prevent his arousal. He couldn’t help it. His mind went to hockey, the men’s locker room…anything but he couldn’t avoid staring into the depths of Maria’s vast cleavage so close to his face. Not to mention her warm hand running up and down his thigh dangerously close to his throbbing manhood. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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He cursed himself for his next mistake. He moaned softly and gave the air a slow thrust, begging to be touched more.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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Maria smiled, felt his thigh a few more times and took his balls in her hand, rolling them around smoothly. She had him now.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“He likes it.” Maria said with a giggle and a quick look back to Jennifer who turned her face back down to her typewriter quickly.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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Maria looked back at Alek’s face. His eyes were half-shut and he looked very relaxed, much different than he had been for the past hour or so. She stroked him again. Her hand moved up and down much faster now as she felt his cock fill with steel. As she rubbed, she made sure to squeeze nice and hard to stmulate him, she even felt a little warmth invade her panties as she continued and she wondered how her actions were affecting Jennifer.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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Alek moaned out loudly as he felt Maria’s warm hand sooth his horny cock. It felt so good to be stroked by her he could barely contain himself. He opened his eyes slightly to get a view down her plunging neckline. There was so much cleavage his eyes were popping out of his sockets to get a better look. He prayed to put his hands on those big, firm breasts and maul them around.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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Jennifer held her voice back as she felt her hands wandering down between her thighs. The events in front of her were making her very aroused. Alek was humping Maria’s hand and moaning loudly as he gave into his lust. Maria had a large smile on her face as she watched her subject’s body pump and reel to the rhythm of her strokes.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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Jennifer felt her right hand squeeze her firm breast softly focusing on her nipple. It felt so good to watch such a powerful display of sex before her that she just had to give in to her own desires. Her left hand crept down under her black skirt and rubbed her wet panties softly.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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She watched as Maria slowed her strokes, waited for Alek to scream, and then Maria took her hand quickly away and watched as his cock throbbed painfully as Alek humped the air begging for more contact.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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Maria chuckled to herself and put her hand on his balls to massage them. They were already filling up quite nicely. She watched as Alek humped the air and begged her with his eyes to finish him off. He looked so desperate and horny that he would do anything to get relief. She was dying to know when he had emptied his balls last, as he seemed uncontrollable.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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She waited a little bit, making sure to bend over as much as she could. His big, puppy-dog eyes shifted from her own eyes down to her cleavage. She watched as a drop of precum formed on his purple head and flowed down his thick shaft.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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She placed her hand back on his cock, being careful not to set the steel rod off too quickly. She made sure to give him slow strokes, only on his shaft, to prevent explosion. She reveled in his squirms and thrusts, loving his desperation.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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Much to Jennifer’s pleasure, Maria ran her finger along Alek’s stiff cock making him wriggle on the ground. Her finger slowly dragged itself upwards causing both Alek’s body and his aching cock to twitch and beg for more contact. Precum bubbled at the top and dripped down towards his swollen balls as he humped the air for relief.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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He moaned out much more loudly than before, delighting both of the girls. Maria took her hand away slowly and placed her wet palm on his thigh, rubbing the skin. Jennifer couldn’t believe how crazy Maria was driving him. Alek was very frustrated by now after almost a half hour of stimulation. His face was constantly contorted and cringed as he whimpered for relief.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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Running her hands over his thigh, Maria enjoyed what she was doing to the poor boy. He squirmed around and whimpered as her hands crept closer and closer to his cock. The close-but-not-quite stimulation was making him insane and he didn’t know how much more of this he could take.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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He knew that he should have looked away, but he couldn’t help but stare longingly down Maria’s shirt wishing he could feel those incredible breasts. Almost on cue with his thoughts, he watched as her body spread his legs apart and then filled the space with her own wonderfully tanned legs and filled his vision with her wonderfully large breasts. The view was incredible as she bent over. He could see past her top and to her lacy black bra cupping each breast and pushing them out to meet his gaze.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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Maria loved what her breasts did to men and she always used them to her advantage. She imagined Alek unscrewing his eyeballs and placing them gingerly in her cleavage for her to roll around. She took the bottom of her blouse and tugged it down to make it more form fitting. Her breasts looked like they were going to burst out of her blouse at any moment and the few remaining buttons threatened to snap free.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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Maria could only give Alek a few strokes before she had to stop. In between strokes she took her hands and cupped her breasts through her cotton blouse and squeezed them together in front of his eyes and watched as drool leaked out of his mouth. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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He humped the air wildly. Maria had him just where she wanted him. She rolled his thick balls in her hand and gave them a gentle, but firm squeeze to assert her control. He was more than ready to cum and give in to pleasure.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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Now was her favorite part. She gripped his thick cock and stroked it slowly, oh so slowly. Her hand kept up with his humping to limit his stimulation but stroked him enough to drive him wild. In all practicality, she was keeping him on the edge, the very ball-bursting edge that only a few men could hold out for.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She watched his eyes glaze over on her breasts as she stroked, he was just making it worse on himself, staring at her like that. She began stroking and counting the minutes.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
A minute went by, then another and another and with each passing minute Alek screamed louder and whimpered more. He struggled and squirmed and begged her with his eyes. His balls stretched out his sack like a balloon and filled it with warm semen begging to burst free.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She watched as he began to snap just as every boy did under her hand. That point where all rationality and sense went right out the window. She could feel his self control liquefy in her hands so that she could shape it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“Ahhhh, ahhhhh let me cum! Oh god you have to let me cum!” He screamed. Maria stopped immediately. Even Jennifer stopped, despite how close she was to getting herself off.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“What was that?” Maria asked. Alek looked around breathing heavily.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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Maria took a swat at his balls, nothing too damaging, just enough to let him know she meant business.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“I…I…” He mumbled.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Since when can you speak English!?” She demanded taking another, much harder swat at his balls.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The prisoner curled up into the fetal position, desperately trying to get his hands free to remedy his painful balls. Maria turned back to Jennifer.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I thought you said he couldn’t speak English.” She said with a challenging tone.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Well, Mr. Johansen-”<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Whatever, it doesn’t matter, and you haven’t typed any of this, have you?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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Jennifer blushed. She knew she should have been typing but how was she supposed to put cockteasing into professional words. Plus, she was way too busy exploring her own panties to do her job anyway.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“It doesn’t matter, I don’t want you typing this anyway, it’s so damn annoying.” Maria said rolling her eyes. She turned back to Alek. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“And you, making us go through all that hassle like that.” She scolded with narrowed eyes.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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Alek was usually not hindered by verbal abuse, much less by a woman. He couldn’t explain it but when this incredibly hot brunette started jacking him off he lost all control. When she slapped his balls, well, his mind pretty much turned to mush.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“I’m just trying to do my job!” He begged, holding his knees against his chest.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“Aww, you poor thing.” Maria cooed with a wry smile. “Did I hurt your poor little balls?” She asked in a sweet tone.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“Don’t do this to me, I’m just a professional doing a job.” He begged again.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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Maria smiled and started laughing. She took his legs, weakened by the pain, and spread them to reveal a still-hard cock, although slightly softened, and two swollen, red balls dangling for her.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“So am I.” She laughed, giving an open palm slap on his balls. Instead of following through as she usually did she gripped his nuts and squeezed them gently. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Now, Alek, are you gonna be a good boy, for me, from now on?” She asked demandingly.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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Alek had his thighs squeezing against Maria’s arm. “Yes yes yes, please don’t do this to me.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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Maria giggled. “Boys are so much fun.” She squeezed a little harder.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Jennifer moaned<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria let her grip go a little and both Alek and Maria looked over towards Jennifer. Her hand was down her panties and she was letting herself divulge into a very powerful orgasm. It lasted for about a minute before she opened her eyes again and looked at the two very curious onlookers.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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Her face, red from her pleasure just turned even more red.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“Sorry…” She mumbled, quickly taking her moist finger from her panties and she put her head down.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“What was that?” Maria asked rhetorically. “You just had an orgasm didn’t you?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I’m sorry, miss, I didn’t mean to, it’s just…you…and he…” She was almost on the verge of tears. And rightly so, with Maria’s cold look staring her down she knew she could easily lose her job. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria left Alek for a moment and ambled towards Jennifer. Despite his pain, Alek watched as Maria’s skirt rode up her long legs and got a great view of her ass. He watched as Maria whispered in a low voice to Jennifer. He was dying to know what they were talking about. After a short while, Jennifer got out of her seat and followed Maria back to Alek.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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Alek’s face went pale.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Both ladies crouched down in front of Alek. “Spread your legs.” Maria ordered. Alek squeezed them tighter. “Spread your goddamn legs!” She yelled. Alek’s face turned more white and he spread his legs.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Good boy, Jennifer go ahead.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“No please, please don’t hurt me!” Alek begged and pleaded.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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He shut his eyes in terror as Jennier’s hand approached, but instead of the severe ballbusting he feared, he felt her soft hand gingerly touch his cock, stroking its semi-hardness up and down. Alek kept his eyes closed and moaned in pleasure. It really did feel good.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“Have you ever touched a boy’s cock before?” Maria asked with a smile.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Uh, yeah.” Jennifer replied. She got this treatment all the time from men and women alike. She looked like an innocent little girl but she had had her fair share of men in her day. It wasn’t like she was some kind of slut, however. She knew she was attractive but she really didn’t like all of the attention, it was more of a nuisance than anything. She wore loose fitting tops to conceal her large breasts, long skirts and kept her hair back. Regardless, guys knew she was gorgeous underneath; there was only so much you can hide on a beautiful woman.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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Most of the men she had been with were forced on her. Guys she thought were perfectly nice, mostly men coming back from the war in high school, quickly turned into ravenous wolves. Admittedly, they were way too old for her but they always seemed so sweet. She lost count of how many times a simple makeout session ended with the guy grabbing her boobs painfully while her head was forced on his cock.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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Even her job now had been awarded to her for sex. That awful John Reynolds seemed so nice just like every other guy until he took her back to his place and offered her the job. Well offered wasn’t the right word. His words were more to the tune of “Sleep with me and I’ll give you a great job.” What he meant after that was “…So I can bang you whenever I want.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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Regardless, she did have her occasional good boyfriend and though she seemed innocent, she always surprised those cute sheltered boys when she dove into there pants and got them off with her hand.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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She rubbed Alek like she always did and he was loving it. She bit her lip as she watched him wriggle in pleasure as he became fully erect and throbbing in her hand.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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Maria reached over and started unbuttoning Jennifer’s blouse.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“Hey! Stop it, what are you doing?” Jennifer objected, covering her breast with her hands.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“Oh comeon, lighten up.” Maria responded with a giggle. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Jennifer blushed a little and unbuttoned her blouse as much as Maria had hers. The result was a direct line down to her white bra for Alek to drool over.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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And drool over he did as he plundered her neckline eagerly. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Two very hot women bent over so he could see their cleavage. Precum leaked out of his cock as he couldn’t decide whose breasts to look at.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Jennifer was a little embarrassed. She was used to keeping her breasts locked up until that “special guy” was with her. Now she was using them to tease this poor prisoner, something she couldn’t have imagined herself doing in one hundred years.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She knew what her body did to men but this was like nothing she had experienced before. This man was thrashing around and begging out loud for relief. She actually felt bad for him, he must not have cum in days.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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She took her hand back to his desperate cock and brought it back to the edge quickly. She had given plenty of handjobs before in her life and knew exactly when a guy was about to cum.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria looked nervous but recognized Jennifer’s skill. She bit her lip to keep quiet concerned that Jennifer might slip and let him shoot.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“You’re pretty good at that.” Maria complimented. Jennifer could hardly believe that Maria was capable of being nice; maybe this cock-teasing thing was a good way to bond with one and other.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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Alek, on the other hand, was not sharing in Jennifer’s enthusiasm.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“I think we’re going to have a lot of fun together.” Maria said and looked over at Jennifer with a smile.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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Jennifer nodded. “Yeah, I think we will.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Chapter 3</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria walked through the smoothly decorated halls of the CIA again, anxious to get her morning cup of coffee. As she strode into the break room she caught sight of Gregory by the coffee machine. She smiled and made sure to click her high heels extra loudly as she approached closer to him. She made a devious smile and stood next to him, pushing her breasts against his outstretched arm. </div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“Oh! Hello Maria, I didn’t hear you come in.” He muttered through a confused mouth.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria almost felt bad for what she did to her poor boss everyday. She knew he was married but it was so much fun to tease him everyday with her breasts. She had seen his wife at parties before and her breasts were almost equal in size to hers, meaning he was definitely a breast man. The difference was she was blonde, a little taller and didn’t really have a brain of her own.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She would tease him with her big breasts everyday, bend over, keeping her top unbuttoned around him and making sure to push them against him whenever she could. She loved watching his expensive pants tent as he shifted his weight, desperate to get his embarrassing erection down as fast as he could.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Today was no different as she watched with an open mouthed smile at his bulging erection. She wondered how long he had gone since his last orgasm.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Hey Mr. Fitzgerald.” She said casually “how’s everything going?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Just fine, just fine.” He said, trying not to choke too much on his words or stare down at her open, white business shirt. Gregory took the full coffee pot, just finished brewing and poured the dark liquid into his cup. His right arm was still pressed into her breasts. He was married, for god’s sake. He thought to himself. But Maria put herself there and it would be embarrassing to move his arm away, drawing attention to the situation. Of course, he said again to himself, I don’t want to make things uncomfortable and decided to keep his arm where it was.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria reached out with her cup and placed it in front of the machine. “Fill me up too?” She requested with a smile, pushing his arm down on the table with her breasts.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Sure.” He said as calmly as possible. He took the coffee pot and poured it, despite his shaky hands, into Maria’s cup, filling it to the top. Maria smiled with another idea.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She took the cup up to her mouth and just as Gregory warned her of the hot beverage, she took a small sip and snapped the cup away from her, acting as if she burned herself. The jolted cup spilled a small amount on her chest and dripped down between her breasts, just as she had planned. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The coffee definitely stung her skin but it was worth it to watch her boss’ reaction. His eyes immediately shot down her blouse and watched with an open mouth as the warm liquid oozed down her cleavage.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Wow, that’s hot.” She remarked, letting her boss gaze down her cleavage for awhile. She was patting herself on the back for choosing her white bra that revealed a lot of cleavage this morning.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She leaned over even more to grab a towel off the counter and took her time getting off enough paper. She pushed her breasts out to point at his face and dabbed at her cleavage with the paper towel. They jiggled and bounced like sultry gelatin and Gregory had lost all hope of keeping himself calm.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria unbuttoned two more of her buttons, leaving five all together open. She pulled the fabric of her shirt to either side and continued wiping her breasts. She glanced down to see the huge bulge in Gregory’s pants as his cock struggled to get free.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“There, did I get it all?” She said, taking her hands to her sides displaying her breasts.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Gregory Fitzgerald could hardly contain himself. He couldn’t remember the last time his heart beat this fast and his eyes were glued to this magnificent sight in front of him.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Mr. Fitzgerald?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He wanted to feel them so bad in his hands. He wanted to shove his cock in between them and shoot between her tits, covering them in cum. He wanted to rip her bra off and lift up her skirt and screw her and use her just like in his dreams.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Greg?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh, yeah, that looks like everything.” He muttered incoherently, his mind still wandering.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Good, I hate when I do that.” She said with a bashful smile. With her shirt still open, she took her cup of coffee again and brought it to her lips, blowing on it first before she took a sip. Gregory’s eyes were still transfixed on her exposed bra, rising up and down as she swallowed her drink.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“What?” She asked innocently, gave him a few more moments of excitement and then looked down at her blouse. “Oh my, I really need this coffee don’t I?” She said in jest, buttoning the bottom button, leaving more open than she came in with.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Gregory still couldn’t take his eyes off of her chest and Maria noticed the distinct precum wet spot on the top of his tented crotch. She even felt herself get a little wet in her panties as she imagined his cock exposed and throbbing for her.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She shook her head. She was getting way ahead of herself in all of this. This man was decades older than her, giving him boners and sneak peeks was one thing, but picturing him naked and fantasizing about him was completely different.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She gave her breasts one last grab to adjust everything and smiled at her boss, leaving the room.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Gregory gave a big sigh, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He tried to get the images of Maria’s enormous breasts out of his mind to calm himself down but he just couldn’t. He wanted to touch her in the worst way and he knew he would never be able to and that fact wasn’t helping his aching balls.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He took a sip of his coffee and waddled his way back to his office, “Back in my day…” He said, trailing off.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
After an hour of paperwork, Maria decided she would give herself a little break and try to squeeze more information from her newly acquired subject. She meandered through the CIA building until she approached the guard outside of the cell door.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Hi Tom.” She said rolling her eyes.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Well look who we have here, Miss Giovanni herself, and looking just as good as ever.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Tom, just open the door” she said crossing her arms over her breasts to protect them from his leering eyes.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“You know they’re requiring full body searches now…” He said with a sly grin on his face, advancing on Maria.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Tom, I don’t have time for this, hey what are you doing!” Tom stood in front of her with his hands on her arms, trying to peel them away from her breasts. Maria hated to admit it but he was a lot stronger than she was and easily revealed her still mostly unbuttoned shirt.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Tom stop.” She yelled to the empty hallway. Tom opened his eyes at her unbuttoned top and groped her big breasts in his hands</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
As soon as she felt his testosterone-loaded hands grip her breasts she immediately took a step close to him and rammed her knee into his nuts. In his weakened state she grabbed his arms and let him drop to his knees. “Like my breasts do you?” She asked with a smirk and let her foot collide with his now squishy nuts, sending his eyes spinning and his hands to his groin as he collapsed on the ground in pain.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She bent over and snatched the keys from his belt and let herself into the door.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She unlocked the door and stepped through.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh, Jennifer.” She said in surprise at the brown-haired girl sitting by Alek.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Jennifer blushed and stood quickly, clearing her throat. “Hi Ms. Giovanni.” She said quietly.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria noticed Alek had a very desperate erection. Not to mention the fact that he was naked form the waist down.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Getting an early start?” Maria jested, smiling at Jennifer’s embarrassment.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Jennifer tugged on her skirt riding upwards on her thighs and buttoned up two buttons on her shirt. “I was just asking him some questions.” She said trailing off.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria loved that shade of red on Jennifer’s face. He walked over in between Alek and Jennifer and looked down at Alek’s exposed cock. It was semi-hard and his balls were just as swollen as ever.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Jennifer started to go back to her chair. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“No, Jenn, you can stay here.” She said with an inviting smile.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Jennifer walked back over and crouched down with Maria to Alek’s level. The look of two very sexy women was driving his cock to the brink of explosion. It rose and stiffened quickly as he gazed down Maria’s mostly unbuttoned shirt and looked up Jennifer’s well-tanned legs.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Jennifer giggled as she watched happily at his rising cock, throbbing and dotted on top with precum. She took her hand out boldly and stroked his balls, making them turn dark and swollen at her touch. Alek squirmed at his handcuffed hands and begged with his eyes for release.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“They look like they’re going to explode.” Maria commented on the size of Alek’s balls. In all truth, she was surprised at Jennifer’s actions, much more forward than she was used to. Taking the opportunity being presented, Maria took Alek’s cock in her hand and stroked its shaft slowly, loving the precum dripping out the top.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Alek humped her hand furiously begging out in Russian for relief. His eyes watered and he cringed as he felt those dreaded blueballs set into his scrotum.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The hands of both of the sexy interrogators were driving Alek mad once again. His face contorted as if recently been sucking on a lemon. After continuous stroking and stimulation, Alek was brought to the edge making him moan out incoherently for release.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria’s hand dropped the shaft like a hot poker and purred as she watched his pelvis push into the air desperately. She mused on how hot she was feeling, watching him being so desperate for her.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Similarly, Jennifer was feeling her own panties become wet watching how desperate the prisoner had become for an orgasm. What made the situation the best however was that she got to grip his poor, swollen balls in her hand, feeling his testicles rise in his sack and harden in her hand. She bit her lip and gave in to her desires, squeezing the aching blueballs in her hand.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Alek moaned out in pain feeling his already painful balls being compressed. Humping the air made them tug down in his sack causing him to scream out painfully.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria’s watched happily as Jennifer was giving in to her lust and crushing his big balls with her small, soft hand. Jennifer herself was surprised at her own actions. She had cupped a few boy’s balls in her hands before but she had never really squeezed them before, at least never like this. Was it bad that she liked the feel of his swollen manhood being flattened in her palm?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Her soaking panties egged her on, making her squeeze harder and tug on them forcing Alek to scream out painfully.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She gave his nuts a quick slap and giggled subconsciously thinking of all of the teenage boys who forced themselves on her when she was younger. Watching Alek tighten his body in incredible pain made Jennifer shudder in pleasure. How she wanted to go back to her earlier years and give those over-sexed boys a nice big slap to their weakest point.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria crouched, wide-eyes at Jennifer’s second slap. Jennifer drew her hand back and let it fly open-palmed onto his balls, sending Alek into an uncontrollable state of insanity.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Jennifer!” Maria said in surprise. “I never knew you had it in you.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Jennifer shook her head. “Oh, um…” She was nervous. “I don’t know what got into me.” She responded, running her hand through her brown hair.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Neither do I, but I love it, look how much pain he’s in.” Maria marveled.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh…” Jennifer said unsure of herself, finally realizing what she had done to her poor victim.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Alek was on his side with his hands cuffed behind his back. His teary eyes were shut and his knees were brought tight against his chest.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Jennifer bit her lip and finally she gave out a little chuckle. “Silly boys.” She said with a smile directed towards Maria.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria smiled back, this girl was really rubbing off on her.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“So, Alek.” Maria began. “Ready to tell us where the missiles are now?” She said in her best cocksure voice. Alek groaned out.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
This time it was Maria who gripped Alex’s balls and squeezed the life out of them. Alek screamed out and rolled on the floor again, this time begging for mercy.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Aww, poor guy wants me to stop.” She said, his balls still in her vice. “Tell me where they are!” She screamed crushing his balls even more.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ahhhh, I can’t!” He screamed.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Fine.” Maria said releasing his balls. She spread his weakened legs away from his cock and said between the partition. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Alek cringed and shut his streaking eyes as her hand approached his groin. Instead of causing him pain, she placed her hand on his cock, rubbing it up and down methodically. Despite the incredible pain Alek felt, Maria’s soft and gentle hand made his cock stiffen and rise to attention.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Good boy.” Maria said with a smile, feeling his stiffening cock in her hand. She rubbed it even more and giggled as it struggled to get fully erect.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Something wrong?” Maria giggled at his terrible ball pain preventing him from getting much harder. She stroked harder, making his shaft feel very pleasurable. She leaned forward and pushed her breasts forward into his face.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Alek’s cock turned to steel.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh my!” Maria exclaimed. You like them don’t you?” She questioned. “I bet you love how firm they feel, huh?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Alek forgot about the pain for a second as he felt two squishy pieces of heaven push against his face. His wilted cock felt an instant rush of blood and the feeling of her hand felt very magnified.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Alek moaned out in pleasure and nuzzled his face into her plentiful bosom.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria unbuttoned her shirt except for the last button and spread the shirt open more, revealing much more cleavage encased in her firm bra. Alex finally opened his eyes and beheld the glorious sight in front of him. His cock twitched and would have erupted if Maria had not let go at the right moment. Alek could feel his balls tighten and ache as he felt no release result.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria took her hands to her chest and pushed her large breasts into Alek’s face, letting him nestle his face into her cleavage.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Alek humped his cock into the air between Maria’s squatting legs and let out whimpers. Precum oozed out of his cock as he desperately begged for release. Maria cooed to him and stimulated his testicles painfully, feeling her own panties get moist from his pain.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Comeon, Alek, tell me.” She cooed, letting her hand drift to his shaft every once and awhile to keep him on the edge.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Alek moaned out in pleasure and humped the air continuously.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Comeon Alek.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I…I can’t.” Alek begged. “Please I need it so much.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I know Alek.” Maria purred, rubbing his aching balls. “These must hurt so much, let me stroke your cock and have you explode all over us right here.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Please, ahhh, please I need it. I…ahhhhh, I can’t take this anymore!”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Just tell me Alek.” She got him on the edge and kept him there.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I can’t! Oh! Ahhh! I can’t take this! It hurts, my balls are going to explode!”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria felt her pussy twinge. “Just tell me and I’ll let all that pressure go!”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ahhh! Ahhhh!” Alek screamed.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria knew he wasn’t going to crack so easily, he still was able to talk.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Jennifer felt bad for Alek. Maria let him hump the air uncontrollably for the next five minutes. He stayed on the edge the entire time too, his face pressed into her expansive chest. She watched as his balls slowly filled with excess cum and his cock get even more red and twitchy as it covered itself in its own precum.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Eventually Maria took her body away from his and just sat there, watching him in pain. Alek writhed and humped the air for another minute.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Poor thing.” Maria said to Jennifer. “Maybe he’ll wise up by tomorrow.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Maybe.” Jennifer said. “Where are you going?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh I’ve got some other work to do.” Maria responded.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Jennifer smiled. “I’ve got some work to do too.” She said with a menacing smile as she watched Maria slip out the door. Jennifer smiled and turned her eyes towards Alek.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Chapter 4<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria tried her best to stuff her briefcase into the crowded elevator. She held the leather case against her skirt firmly, being pushed on all sides. She had to smile just a bit. These men saw her everyday in her business outfit, and as sexy as it was, it barely held a candle to what she had in her briefcase. If only these men knew, she mused to herself.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The good thing about the large briefcase was that the man in front of her couldn’t press himself against her breasts, as he normally did. Not to say it was a specific man but the horny workers in the CIA all seemed to collaborate to sexually harass Maria as much as possible.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She strode out onto her floor and entered her office.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Hey Maria.” John said, staring at her breasts as usual. “How’s my favorite girl?” He asked with a warm smile.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I’m just fine, John.” She said, trying her best not to make eye contact.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“You know, I think I need your help in my office later.” He countered suggestively.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She smiled “Oh, I’m sure you can handle it, John, you’re a big boy.” She said with a smirk. She could hear the secretary giggle too.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Well Maria...” John continued smartly, ignoring the secretary until their boss, Gregory walked in.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“All right you two.” Gregory began, standing straight. “It’s been two weeks and we haven’t gotten anywhere with the new prisoners.” He announced. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Mr. Fitzgerald…” Maria protested.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Uhp bup bup. Maria I don’t want to hear it. Trust me, I know these things take time but my bosses are getting impatient with me. My hands are tied.” He said shrugging his shoulders.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria fought the urge to argue with him. “Sure thing, boss.” She said as sarcastically as possible.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“And John, wipe that smile off of your face. The Hendricks report is way overdue. You’ve had a long time to work on it.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Boss...”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I don’t want to hear it, John. Get it done.” With that Gregory adjusted his tie and walked out of the room. He was never one for lengthy go-get’em speeches.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria and John exchanged a heated glance before they took their separate ways.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria and Jennifer clicked their heels down the long corridor to the prisoner’s room. The guard, half asleep, fumbled with his keys at the sight of the two women and unlocked the door for them.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“What’s in the briefcase?” Jennifer asked curiously.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria flashed a bright smile. “Oh don’t worry, Jen, you’ll find out.” She said, placing the briefcase down on the ground.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Alek awoke to the sound and began trembling. It had been two full weeks of their torment and he didn’t know how much longer he could hold out. The worst of it was, he was left naked the entire time and he hated when the food girl came in and laughed at him and his almost constant erection. The medical men who checked up on him made a habit to try their best to divert their attention from his nagging boner and the top brass always skipped his room on inspection. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“How are my swollen balls doing?” Maria inquired with a smile, standing over him. He knew he shouldn’t have looked but he did anyway. Despite her generally modest attire, Maria was bent over, letting Alek see down her shirt. She had a very lacy, black bra that showed off her breasts and made Alek’s cock drip precum.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Awww, it looks so sad like that.” Maria said with laughing sympathy. “All that precum makes it look like it’s crying.” She scrunched her face with pity.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Jennifer undid her tight business blouse just enough to show off her cleavage, amply displayed by her firm, white bra.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I’ve got a special treat for you Alek.” Maria cooed. “Would you like to see it?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Alek shook his head and shut his eyes. He brought his legs closer to his body.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Poor thing.” She muttered, grasping his throbbing cock in her hand. She stroked him a few times and cupped his balls. She reveled in his pain and how full she had caused his sack to be. His balls were a dark blue and their size made them look like they were going to explode, much to Maria’s delight.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Jennifer, could you help me over here?” Maria requested, ushering the typist to her side. “I need you to cover his eyes while I change.” Maria grabbed her suitcase and opened it up. Jennifer crouched to Alek’s level and sat between his legs. She placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned forward, granting him a view of her plentiful cleavage. She unbuttoned another buttoned and nuzzled Alek’s face between her breasts and held him there.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Alek was going crazy. Jennifer’s large breasts pressed against his face were making his cock throb and beg for attention. Not only that but he could hear Maria taking off her clothes right in front of him. He had never seen either woman naked before and he was dying to see what Maria looked like.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Wow, Maria...where did you get that?” Jennifer said in awe, turning her head to look Maria’s body over. “You look like a pin-up girl.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria blushed a little bit and twirled around. She wore a black, almost lingerie-looking outfit. She only had a bikini bottom on, some garter straps and a bra-top, pushing her breasts together and forming quite the crevice of cleavage.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Seriously.” Jennifer insisted. “You look so hot.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Thanks, I had to special order this, it was a real pain in the neck. Oh right, yeah you can take your tits away from him now.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Jennifer stood up making sure to brush her cleavage as much as possible on Alek’s face. Alek’s jaw dropped to the ground. Maria stood with her hands on her hips strutting towards him. His cock leaked about a gallon of precum.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I think he likes it.” Maria giggled, taking a model’s pose, twisting her hips and bending over for him. Alek humped the air and begged for release.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria stood over him. “Now, Alek, why don’t you tell me where those missiles are, hm?” She said in a commanding voice.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Please let me cum, ahhhh my balls, they hurt so much.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“They’re gonna hurt a lot more if you don’t tell me, now where are they!” She stomped her foot down right in front of Alek’s balls resting on the cold concrete ground. His scrotum’s skin just barely brushed against the leather boot.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Please, no no no.” Alek muttered, tears forming under his eyes.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Alek...” Maria began, placing the front end of her boot on top of his balls, pressing down lightly. Alek was paralyzed in fear. Maria smiled.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Tell me.” She ordered.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He begged, his tears covering his cheeks. “I can’t, please I’m just doing my job.” </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She shrugged. “So am I.” She pressed her foot into his balls causing a glass-shattering scream. She felt his balls compressed under her foot. It wasn’t the first time she had ever done it, not even the second or third but she still found almost limitless enjoyment from the pain she was causing to his weakest point.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She relieved some of the pressure. “Now?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He shook his head, biting down on his teeth. She pressed in again, crushing his balls with more force than the first time. She let him beg and plead for her to take her boot off. In all honesty, she was enjoying the torment but knew she had a job to do.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Alek, how does it feel to have your balls crushed by me? I’ve teased you so long, your balls probably doubled in size. Look at my breasts Alek, look at them.” She ordered, lifting his chin. “Aren’t they beautiful? Don’t you long for them?” She let her boot off of his balls. “I know you want them, Alek, I’ve seen it in your eyes.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He cried in Russian, begging for all of this to end.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“You’re not an agent, your just a little boy with big, swollen balls that need to be taken care of, aren’t you?” She knelt down and took his cock in her hand. “That’s right, Aleksander, gaze into my cleavage, think about how wonderful they would feel around your cock. Think about thrusting between my firm breasts, shooting your load all over them. Your balls would feel so good after that.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She was stroking faster now, watching his face melt in pleasure. He started humping her hand and moaning out loudly, begging for release.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Tell me Alek, let it go, let all that cum from your balls go.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He let out a loud scream and humped the empty air as her hand left his throbbing cock. He began weeping, desperate for an orgasm. The time he had spent in this cell, hard and horny for both of the women felt like ages and he saw no sign of escape.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ready to talk?” Maria questioned. He shook his head.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She leaned forward and pressed her expansive breasts against his face, squeezing them around his cheeks. She felt his unshaven face nuzzle between her bosom.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“That’s it, Alek. You’re just a little boy who needs his balls emptied. That’s ok, my big breasts are here for you, suck on them, lick them, feel them, let your body sink into them.” She massaged her massive breasts around his face, rubbing them all over, nearly suffocating him. Alek was in a state of bliss. Although his balls felt like they had turned to fire he still let himself go, unable to take himself away from her magnificently firm breasts.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She had her hands on his balls, massaging them. Part of her wished he hadn’t said anything. She really liked teasing the poor guy. His balls felt so full and swollen in her hand and she fought the urge to squeeze them. After all, she did have a job to do.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Alek pleaded for release and told her information faster than Jennifer could run over to the dusty typewriter to get it down. After he was done Maria comforted his balls with her hand.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“See, was that so hard?” She taunted him, keeping him on the edge. “That’s all we needed to know.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She smiled as his eyes widened. “Now I know what you’re ready for.” She stroked him faster. His eyes locked on her gorgeous outfit, watching her cleavage bounce slightly as she spoke. Her hand on his cock felt so good as he bucked and let his body relax.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“There you go, just sit back and enjoy it. It’s going to feel so good!”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She got him so close and finally she let go, letting precum shoot out of his cock. Alek screamed and cursed her in Russian.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Aww, poor thing. Sorry buddy but I’ve got no reason to let you cum now that I’ve got the information. So you sit tight,” She said tugging on his balls “And I’m sure you’ll get to cum in a month or two.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She leaned over and kissed the top of his purple, angry head and stood up, walking towards the door. “Comeon, Jennifer, let’s go.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria took her clothes and redressed herself, putting her sexy outfit back in the briefcase, carrying it with her.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Jennifer held her words until they left the room, the door closing on Alek’s screams.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Maria, why did you do that!” Jennifer exclaimed, trying her best to lower her voice in the echoing hallway.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“What’s gotten into you, you really thought I was going to let him cum?” Maria said in surprise.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Yes! He was crying and begging for an orgasm. I mean, I like teasing just like you but I think he deserved it.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Jennifer, he’s a spy against the <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">United States</st1:place></st1:country-region>, why does he deserve to cum?” She said superiorly.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“He still doesn’t deserve that kind of torture, Maria, did you see the pain in his face?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria pressed the button for the elevator, waited for the doors to open, turned to face Jennifer, smiled and said “Yes, I did.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Jennifer couldn’t get over what Maria had put Alek through as she watched the steel elevator doors close. She took a few breaths and walked back to Alek’s cell, had the guard open the door and walk back in. Alek was still trembling; he was trying to get himself off by rubbing his cock on his stomach. She doubted this was his first attempt at the frustrating process.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She crossed her arms and looked at his pity face through her thick glasses. Her high heels click-clacked on the floor as she approached him. He looked at her with begging eyes.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Please…help me.” He begged, his angry cock bobbing in the air. Jennifer didn’t doubt herself, she was very turned on by the pathetic sight in front of her. A small smile crept across her lips as she bent down, taking his rigid cock in her hands. She knew he was about to explode.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I’m sorry for what Maria did to you.” Jennifer said, stroking him slowly.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He was staring right at her breasts, her shirt still not re-buttoned. She was loving the way he was obsessed with her right now. His gaze was lost in her cleavage and he was all her’s.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh, thank you, bless you, please!” Alex mumbled incoherently, letting his back relax against the cold concrete ground. Jennifer stroked him faster, milking precum from him. He was so close; she knew he was only a few more rubs away.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh, yes, YES!” He screamed out.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She let go. “I can’t do this.” She said shaking her head. There was no doubt Maria would be back to re-inspect Alek and her job was already riding on a thread, she told herself.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Alek’s balls clenched and it felt like they had burst. He screamed so loudly it was too high pitched to hear as he humped the air furiously. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I’m sorry, I really am. I can’t do this!” Jennifer blurted, running out of the room, putting a surprised look on the guards face as he relocked the door.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Alek sat in agony.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Jennifer tried her best not to be noticed on her way back to her office. Unfortunately for her, luck was not on her side.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Jennifer!” John said jovially, the last person she wanted to see.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Hi John.” She said, not turning to face him. They were alone in a white hallway, she heard his carpeted footsteps close in on her. He put a slimy arm on her shoulder.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Her face cringed or a second. “How’s my favorite girl doing?” He asked with a smile. She could feel his breath on her neck.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I’m ok, I was just about to go home.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“This early?” He asked, she knew what he had in mind.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Please John, I really do have things to do, I need to go to the dry cleaners and the…” She was cut off as he spun her around. His eyes locked on her breasts. She cursed herself for not wearing tight bras as she usually did. Ever since she was with Maria she wore sexier clothing and it was showing effects in John’s pants.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Then we’d better make it quick huh?” He pressured, massaging her forearms.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She moaned out innocently as she was tugged along to the first open door John could find. He brought her inside a small copying room, locking the door behind them.</div>
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“Make yourself comfortable.” He said with a smile as he sat down, pointing to the ground between his lounged legs.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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She stood with her arms folded across her large breasts.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“Comeon, Jennifer, you know the drill. Do I need to talk to your boss?” He said, a little more serious now.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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Jennifer crept forward and slowly lowered herself to her knees, placing her hands on his thighs.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“That’s a good girl. Keep going.”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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She reached for his zipper and button and undid both, tugging his pants down around his ankles. He was slightly stiff underneath his underpants. She tugged those down too and grimaced at his semi-hard cock throbbing for her.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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She hesitated for only a second and then let her head lean forward, licking his shaft. He tasted like he hadn’t cleaned himself in days, which could have been the case. She shut her eyes and licked him up and down, feeling his shaft grow hard.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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She felt his hands go around her head, playing with her hair, pressuring her to take him in further. When he became fully erect she took his head in, sucking on his knob. She was very good at what she did and she usually brought her A-game whenever she was with John to get it over with as soon as possible.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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Unfortunately for her it meant John could hardly wait until their next session every time she gave it her best.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Take your shirt off.” John said under his breath, moaning out from the pleasure. Jennifer knew it was coming sooner or later and she unbuttoned her blouse, opening it for him. She also knew he’d want her bra off and she took that off too, laying it on the floor.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“Oh, I love these.” He said, mashing her enormous breasts in his hands, mauling them around and watching as her flesh overflowed from between his fingers. “You have magnificent tits.” He said, more to himself than to her. She knelt there, feeling his hands all over her breasts, touching and tugging them everywhere.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Keep going.” He said, tugging her forward. She put her head back on his cock and sucked on it, feeling his hands on her breasts.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John had gotten plenty of blowjobs from her and knew she could take in a lot more of him. Usually he liked when she stimulated him, letting him soak up as much pleasure as possible before he exploded. But enough was enough and she felt his hands go on her head, pushing it downwards. She felt his cock touch the back of her throat as she relaxed her muscles.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“That’s a good girl.”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She bobbed her head up and down on his crotch, massaging his shaft and head with both her lips and tongue. John moaned out loudly in pleasure, forcing her head faster, alternating between her hair and her breasts.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh god yes! You’re amazing!” She was going faster now and could feel his balls contracting. He was about to cum soon.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She could feel his hands directing her head onto his cock, thrusting himself in and out of her mouth. Finally, he took himself out.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Give me a big smile, Jenn.” He said happily, waving his cock around.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“John, please not on my face.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Comeon, hun, take it like a good girl, show me those teeth.” He demanded. She smiled a little and she heard him stroking himself. She reached to take off her glasses when she felt the first hot load hit her face. Then another and another. Her right eye was covered in his seed along with her cheek and lips. He stroked the last few drops of cum out of his cock, dripping them on her face. She waited with a cringe until he was done, exasperated.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh Jennifer, that was amazing. Damn you give good head.” She licked off the last few drops hanging from the tip.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Jennifer relaxed on her knees as she heard him zip his pants up, she was happy it was over. She was slightly blind at the moment as most of the frames on her face were covered in his white cum.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Good girl.” He said, patting her head, leaving the room.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
Chapter 5</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria poured herself a cup of coffee. The smell touched her nose and made her lips curl to a smile. She licked her lips and sipped at the steaming coffee, still too hot for her tastes.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Maria.” It was her boss, just walking in. Maria set her mug down on the counter and turned to face him.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Hey Mr. Fitzgerald.” She responded in a bubbly voice. She smiled extra wide when she spotted him staring at her chest and smiled even wider when she saw the unmistakable bulge pushing out at her. She noticed the size of his tent and realized that he hadn’t just gotten his erection, he must have been hard since before he saw her.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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It was casual Friday, Gregory’s favorite day. Fridays meant Maria came to the office in something sexy. Right now he was staring down her burgundy top with a neckline that dove down her chest showing off all of her cleavage. She wore a skirt and that seemed to be cropped a little higher than normal. He wished every day was a casual Friday.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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“Uh Maria…” Gregory started “I just wanna say good job on the interrogation.” He said with a nod, trying his best to peel his eyes away from her neckline.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh thanks Mr. Fitzgerald.” She said with honest pride. She was biting her lip a little; the idea of them having a normal conversation while he stared at her breasts was accelerating her sex drive.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Is there anything else?” She asked tilting her head, folding her arms under her breasts, propping them up for him.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Sir?” She asked again, trying to snap him back to reality.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh, um, uh…yes, Maria, there are still a few things we need to discuss about Aleksander, would you mind coming to my office later to discuss them?”</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She could see sweat drops forming on his forehead. “Of course, Anything for you.” She said with a wink.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Gregory left, waddling due to his erection. <i>I’m a married man for god’s sake</i>, he muttered to himself, trying to lower his impossible erection. <i>What am I thinking?</i></div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Alek wept as he heard the door open. He couldn’t handle anymore of this. A nurse walked through the door giggling as her butt was pat by the guard. She ambled over to Alek and stood over him. He groaned out.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Wow, just as desperate as she said.” She muttered, staring at his engorged cock and balls. Maria, after Alek had confessed, had volunteered most of the female staff to come and tease Alek for their enjoyment.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
That meant that women were coming in almost hourly, even late at night to explore their fantasies. The nurse’s lives involved being treated as walking asses to the men around them at work and walking cleaners, food preparers and sex slaves in their bedrooms at home. The opportunity to play with a man’s cock who didn’t need (or more accurately require) satisfaction was just what the doctor ordered for many of the women.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The nurse bent down and wrapped her rubbery-gloved hand around his shaft, careful as to not set him off. She moaned out, feeling how hard and desperate he was for relief. She felt his balls, massaging them in her palm, rubbing their girth.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Alek cried out more, humping the air, begging for relief. It fell on deaf ears.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ooohhh.” The nurse moaned out while she bit her lip. Precum oozed out of Alek’s cock like a faucet, a sight she was astonished by. She had to let her hand go off of his cock, sensing his imminent explosion. She squealed in pleasure.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh my god, that was so fast…” She said trailing off, watching his dark red cock bob and twitch around in the air. She put her rubbery finger on it to keep it still, trying to keep herself from giggling. Alek cried out in pain as she ran her smooth finger up and down his aching shaft, precum covering its purple head.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She let her finger up and down for a few minutes, letting his whimpers and painful cries amuse her. She noticed his swollen blueballs, tight in his sack and swollen in pain. She just had to touch them, just a little bit at first to feel how full they were. Then she let her palm grasp his precious manhood and squeeze only slightly, just to see his reaction. Alek cried and begged her to stop as she squeezed more, enjoying his loud screams of pain. She tugged downwards and squeezed, precum spilling out like a juiced orange. She smiled in pleasure again.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She let go for a second, and slapped his balls. Alek reeled in pain, screaming so loudly she thought her ears would burst. He clamped his body and rolled over in the half-fetal position, his wrists straining at the cuffs.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh, jeez I’m so sorry!” She knelt over him. She reached down and stroked his still-exposed cock. “I’m sorry.” She said again, whispering. She stroked him to the edge. “Here, I’ll make it up to you, ok?” She stroked faster and just as he was about to cum she let go, seeing his legs separate. She slapped his balls again, laughing out loud.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“You really thought I was going to do it weren’t you?” She said between her high-pitched laughter. “Maybe this time.” She said, jerking him off and slapping him on the edge, squeezing his balls.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He was in too much pain to make noise and she finally had had enough, still laughing to herself. She stood up and walked out of the room with a big smile on her face.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria and Jennifer sat at opposite ends of Maria’s office, forced to work together on Alek’s file. Of course, not much work got done when they were both ignoring each other.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria didn’t like Jennifer’s attitude, after all, it was <i>her</i> case and she couldn’t understand why, after inviting Jennifer into the world of tormenting boys that she would go against her and want to give Alek pleasure. She couldn’t even comprehend why a girl would want to give any boy pleasure at all!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Jennifer on the other hand was completely thrown by Maria’s insensitive behavior. Sure, it wasn’t much a surprise to her that she would be cold to Alek, but he did confess, shouldn’t that have granted him release?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The phone rang. Both women exchanged glances and Maria picked the phone out of its cradle.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Hello? Oh…hey John, what do you want?” She rolled her eyes and leaned back in her chair. “I’m working on a case right now with Jennifer.” Maria looked at Jennifer for awhile. “Uh, I suppose.” She took the phone away from her ear and handed it over to Jennifer. “It’s for you.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Jennifer took it with a confused look and answered the phone. She listened in silence and then hung up.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I need to go.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“What do you mean, what did John tell you?” Maria questioned.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“What do you care?” She responded angrily, opening the door to leave.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“You’re sleeping with him aren’t you?” Maria pushed, locking her eyes on Jennifer’s.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Jennifer stood at the door and turned around and sighed.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Jennifer…” Maria began. “Come sit down and talk with me.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John Reynolds stood cross-armed at his car, leaning against the black finish. Finally, he heard the familiar sound of high heels clicking against the pavement.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Took you long enough.” He said impatiently.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Sorry John.” Jennifer said, approaching him. “I had to get past the security.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John immediately looked down Jennifer’s shirt as the dim light from the parking garage hit her body. Her protruding breasts caught the light as an astonishing angle and John could already feel his erection grow.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Damn, that’s hot.” He complimented, looking her over. “Why so sexy all the sudden?” John had a right to question as Jennifer rarely wore such promiscuous attire. Her dress shirt was unbuttoned quite a bit and she wasn’t wearing such an encasing bra as earlier. Her skirt was one borrowed from Maria and it was much shorter than she normally cropped it. Her hair was flowing across her shoulders angelically, complementing all of her features.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Because it’s just you and me.” She responded in her best sultry voice. It worked like a charm. The dim light made his tent in his pants even more obvious as he ushered her into his car. John got into the driver’s seat and immediately began kissing Jennifer.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Jennifer winced at the feeling and felt his hands go all over her firm breasts, mauling them and squeezing them. “Man, I love your tits.” He muttered in her ear, handling them roughly.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Jennifer moaned out more in pain than pleasure as his hands squeezed on her breasts. She felt his thighs and crotch, rubbing his sensitive cock through his pants. John moaned out and unzipped his pants for her.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She took his growing hardon and stroked it in her small hands, feeling how hot and hard he was. She knew John wouldn’t settle for just a handjob and she lowered her face down to his groin, licking his swollen shaft.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ohhhh, that’s good Jenn.” He moaned, caressing her hair.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She bobbed her head quickly on his cock, stroking his aching shaft with her lips.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Damn you give good head.” He moaned, pushing her lip down further.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She gagged a little as she felt his cock cram into her throat and she struggled to take him all in. She felt his balls against her lips as she sucked on him and listened to him groan out in pleasure.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She cupped his balls and felt them tighten. She rolled them in her hand as she moved her head up and down the whole length of his shaft. She tugged down on his balls slightly and let her mouth off of his cock. John exhaled sharply.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Aww, Jenn, don’t stop I’m so close.” He moaned trying to push her head down.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Wait, John.” She muttered, holding his desperate cock in her soft hand, stroking it lightly to keep him on the edge. “How about we continue this in a more private place?” She asked, licking the top of his cock.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ohhh Jennifer, please, I need it right now.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Well, if we go back to your place, maybe we can take this a step further?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John froze and she felt his cock throb in her hands, ready to explode at her words.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Let’s…go…” John muttered trying to control himself and is elation. He started the car and tried to pull up his pants.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“No John, leave it exposed, I want something to play with on the ride there.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria strolled in casually to Gregory Fitzgerald’s office. Her burgundy top jiggled sweetly at her every step. Her neckline showed off so much cleavage, Gregory felt like his heart and his balls were going to explode.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh, Hello Maria.” He said out loud, his wandering eyes all over her body. Back in my day, women never would be wearing such clothing, he thought to himself, his eyes plummeting down her top.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria smiled to herself as she watched his eyes all over her body. She loved the attention to her large breasts and was pleased with her wardrobe choice this morning.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Hey Greg.” She said informally. “Working overtime again?” She asked standing on the other side of his desk.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Yeah…” He said, focusing on the conversation. “I need to get this stuff done before I can go home tonight.” He responded.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“That’s too bad.” She said with a sympathetic tone. “How long do you think it’ll take?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I don’t know, maybe an hour or so.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Want some help?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“What?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Do you want any help with it; I’ve got nothing to do tonight.” She offered pleasantly.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Well, I mean. No, well, I’m sure you’ve got some strapping young man to escort you about town.” He muttered, too nervous to think in coherent sentences.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria giggled, making Gregory’s cock grow. He loved to hear her giggle and loved seeing her breasts bounce when she did.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“No, Greg, don’t worry about me, really, I’m sure you could use the help, the ‘Misses’ will probably be wondering where you are.” She responded.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh no, uh, she’s out of town…” He countered quickly. Truth was, Gregory and his wife were having trouble in the relationship, meaning he dreaded going home every night and it mean he was getting nothing in the bed for many weeks now.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria took her hands and placed them gently on his desk, bending over as far as she could. Her breasts wobbled nicely as they lowered and Gregory felt his balls clench. “Well, I’d love to give you what you need tonight.” She purred, letting him gaze down her vast cleavage.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
A few dry-mouthed moments later, he responded. “Uh, sure, I just need to get these papers filed.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She smiled sweetly and grabbed the first pile. “Where?” She asked curiously.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Just down in these drawers.” He said, pointing to the drawers underneath his desk. He regretted it immediately. Maria bounced over and leaned down to open the drawers right in front of him. Her almost-naked breasts were close enough to touch and he felt his blood coursing to his groin. She spent an eternity sorting through the paperwork, each paper she placed in made his cock throb and go crazy for her. Several days without pleasuring himself from the rough times at home meant he had to use all of his self-control to keep him from pouncing on her right then and there.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria, from her perspective wasn’t stupid enough to not know what she was doing to him. She glanced up every once and awhile to see his throbbing cock through his pants. She felt a little bit of wetness in her panties. She felt a chill go down her spine. What was she doing? He was more than ten years older than she was and she was getting turned on by the thought of his growing cock.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ok, all done.” She said happily, standing quickly and making her breasts quiver in front of his eyes.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Good, thanks for your help Maria.” He said, his eyes trapped on her chest.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“No problem.” She stretched her arms upward and yawned. “Oooh, I’m getting tired, long week you know?” He nodded. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She couldn’t help herself, her lust had completely taken over her body. She was about to do something she never thought she would do at work, shamelessly flirt with him.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I’m just glad for these casual Fridays, I hate wearing those itchy outfits everyday.” She rubbed her arms and pushed her breasts around with her wrists.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Yeah…” He responded incoherently.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I’d much rather wear these comfortable clothes, I don’t see why we all have to dress formally every day, it’s not like anyone sees us.” She ran her hands on her soft shirt and made sure to fondle and squeeze her own breasts.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Gregory groaned out and Maria giggled gently.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Why didn’t you dress casually?” She asked. She stepped towards him and setting her hands on the armrests of his office chair.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Uh, you know, I can’t be seen in pants and shirts at the office.” His lips said without any help from his mind.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh, I don’t think anyone would mind. Plus…” She said in a suggestive voice. She reached down and rubbed the stiff material of his inner thigh. “These must be very uncomfortable every day.” Gregory groaned out again. “Especially since they’re so…tight.” Her gaze wandered over the tent in his pants and finally it met his.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Maria…”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Shhhhh.” She said placing her finger to her soft lips. She reached down and placed her hand on top of his erection, feeling its warmth through his pants. She purred.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Gregory stiffened his body and raised his waist in her direction.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Maria we shouldn’t.” Gregory moaned, feeling her hand run over his throbbing tent.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Shhh, I know you want it. I know you want these.” She cupped her breasts and squeezed them in front of his face. “I know you want me.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Maria…” His voice giving into his lust and he reached out with his hands holding her big, firm breasts in them.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ohhhhhhhhhh.” He groaned, his major desire sated, feeling her full, firm breasts he had longed for since he could remember. He rubbed and petted and squeezed and felt her magnificent breasts in his hands, his cock ready to explode out of his pants.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She unzipped him and unbuttoned, taking his aching cock out for her to touch. She stroked him, ever so slightly, making him hump her hand and whisper her name in pleasure.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She cupped his balls as he approached the edge, bobbling them in her hands. She felt his warm precum begin to cover her hands as she stimulated him. She reached to the bottom of her shirt and slipped it off her head. His hands were quick to return to her bra, mashing her breasts together and drooling over her cleavage.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She lowered her skirt and sat on top of him, her covered pussy only inches away from his cock. Her silky black bra pushed against Gregory’s open-mouthed face, he felt his nose and cheeks being pushed against her cleavage. He humped Maria but his cock couldn’t make contact with her almost-naked body. She pushed her breasts into her face, feeling his whiskers against her skin.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Gregory reached around her and unclasped her bra, letting it melt down into his hands. He fingered the material as one would with such soft fabric just placed against incredible breasts. Precum flowed out of his cock as he felt her naked breasts in her hands, suckling on her nipples. Maria moaned out in pleasure as her stiff nipples were sucked and she felt his cock hit her stomach.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She reached down and took the bra from his hands. She wrapped it slowly around his cock and jerked him even slower. Gregory was about to explode. The feeling was so intense he gave a muffled scream between her breasts in pleasure as she rubbed him with her bra.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She took it away as he was about to explode and let it sit against his balls and thighs. She fingered herself for a little while and soon, Gregory joined in, both of their hands touching Maria off to a fantastic orgasm. She purred and moaned loudly as she got closer and closer. The sucking of her nipples, his cock beating against her stomach and their hands playing with her clit got her off quickly. She squirmed and her whole body throbbed on top of his in pleasure.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
As the waves died down she let her body relax against his, her gentle hand toying with his aching cock.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Maria…” He begged, still sucking and kissing her breasts.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Mmmmmm.” She got down off of him and knelt beneath the chair, taking his pants and underwear with her. She watched with a smile as his cock throbbed, its purple head begging for release.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She leaned in and held her breasts firmly. She placed her wet nipples against his stomach and squeezed her massive breasts against each other, enveloping his aching cock.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh, oh ohhhh Maria!” He screamed out as he felt his sensitive cock against her breasts. She rubbed them softly on his aching shaft, up and down slowly.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ohhhh.” He moaned out as she continued. She slowed down as he approached the edge and waited and began again. “Maria I need it! Maria!” He pleaded. She smiled and stopped and began again, massaging his aching cock.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ready for the most intense pleasure of your life?” She said licking her lips.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“…Maria.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She went faster and didn’t stop. Her breasts squeezed firmly and trusted faster, bringing him to orgasm. His cum shot out above their heads, landing about the room. More of his load hit his stomach and her shoulders as she went faster and faster. His cock emptied itself on her big breasts as she coaxed the rest of his cum out with her hands.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Gregory groaned out, exhausted and satisfied. He ran his hands through his wet hair and let out an exasperated moan. Maria smiled and licked the cum off of his cock.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Jennifer was nearly thrown onto the bed as John took his way with her. He ripped her clothes off and nearly broke her bra as he snapped it off of her large breasts.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“John, slow down, please.” John breathed heavily and felt her breasts slowly. He stripped her panties off and his own clothes followed.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“John…please.” His cock throbbed a few inches form her pussy, a drop of precum on its head.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“What?” He asked impatiently.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Why don’t we try something interesting?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“What could be more interesting that this?” He asked, following through by thrusting his cock against her pussy.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“How about something kinky?” She said quickly, trying to get him to slow down.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“What do you mean kinky.” It worked, or at least it had slowed him down. He was on all fours above her, his cock at the very gates of her pussy walls.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Well, get off of me and I’ll show you.” She said with a wink.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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Chapter 6</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Put these on.” Jennifer said with a wry smile, holding a pair of dangling, metallic handcuffs.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John was open-mouthed. “Whoa, where did you get those?” He said in surprise.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I was a cop for twenty years.” She said sarcastically. “I got them at a joke shop silly.” She remarked, letting the metal chains clink together as she swayed them back and forth.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John narrowed his eyes. “I am not putting those on.” He insisted.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh comeon, it’ll be fun.” Jennifer said.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I never knew you were so kinky.” John said with a crooked eyebrow. He also couldn’t explain her sudden willingness to have sex with him.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Jennifer got close to him and took his shirt off, unbuttoning it slowly. She had her business shirt over her breasts to protect some of her dignity but her bra was still laying casually on the bed, draped over its side.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
His naked body repulsed her a little but she ran her fingernails over his chest anyway, moaning as she did so. It had the desired effect, John’s cock was stiffening and she knew she would have him by the balls soon.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ok, Jennifer, we can try it, but just for a little while ok?” He said nervously.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She smiled back him, trying conceal her elation. “Sure, just for a little while.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
In only a few minutes she had him against the bed’s backboard with his hands cuffed behind him. He was staring at the way her shirt swayed, covering and uncovering her large breasts every time she moved.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“There.” Jennifer said. “Not so bad is it?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John gave an uneasy smile. “Yeah they’re actually not too uncomfortable, now uh, let’s get to the good stuff already.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Jennifer smiled and nodded and reached down to his tented pants. She unbuttoned and unzipped him, tugging down his pleated pants around his ankles, leaving him in just briefs. She giggled at the sight of his cock pressing against the white fabric.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John moaned loudly as he felt her hand descend onto his throbbing cock and massage it slowly through the fabric. She cupped his balls and massaged them, biting her lip.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ohhhh, Jennifer. Comeon, quit being a tease.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Jennifer tugged his underwear down over his balls and stroked his shaft.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Yeah, that’s it, man that feels good.” She jerked him faster, rubbing his cock from his balls to the red tip. She tugged and kneaded his balls with her other hand, stimulating him to the edge. She took him there with practiced efficiency, just as Maria had taught her and left his cock throbbing for release as she kept one hand on the shaft and the other toying with his balls.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ohhhhh, Jennifer, a little more.” She gave him a stroke “More!” He yelled, humping her hand. She kept her palm wrapped around it and jerked with his movement, giving him no stimulation.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Why John, wouldn’t you rather cum in my pussy?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Precum shot out of his cock.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She got on top of him and let his face go between her cleavage. She took the sides of her shirt and peeled them back, revealing her gorgeously large breasts. He suckled on her nipples and begged to be inside her. Jennifer pretended to be so swept by the nipple stimulation that she didn’t hear him and started to finger herself to orgasm. She moaned out and let her panties drop.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh yes.” John moaned, looking down at her bare thighs and dripping pussy. “I want that.” He thrust his cock at her, bouncing into her thighs.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She lowered herself on top of him and let his throbbing cock slide into her tight pussy. She could feel that he was more than ready to cum but she held still and made him beg.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Please Jennifer, ugh I need it so badly.” She kept her weight on him, pressing her breasts around his face. “I’d do anything for it.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Tie yourself to the bedposts?” She asked with a passionate voice. John was knocked into reality. “Wait what?” He begged.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Jennifer reached behind her and took rope into her hands and tied two pieces to the posts on either side of them. She pressed her firm breasts into his face as she slid the key into his handcuffs and undid them.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She let him play with her breasts for awhile before tying his arms up. He begged her not to, but the feeling of warmth and pleasure around his cock made his arms so easily manipulative. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She tied his feet to the bottom posts.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Jennifer…” He said, his cock throbbing and wet.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Shhh.” She placed a finger on his mouth to quiet him. “Just relax.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She slid her hand down his chest like a snake and wrapped her fingers around his needy cock. She slowly gave him strokes, trying to fill his balls. John moaned out in pleasure and his whole body squirmed at her touch.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Good boy. We’ve got a long night ahead of us.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Jennifer?” He squeaked.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Shhh, just relax.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria clicked her heels on the floor of the large, marble-floored meeting room. She and Gregory were going to present their findings to the board and she was already nervous. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Gregory stood beside her and was feeling awkward enough from the events of the night before. He couldn’t get her out of his mind and he couldn’t stop staring at those big, beautiful breasts.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria was glad she had worn a conservative outfit. Not only did her cleavage and long legs make her look like a whore when she was trying to present vital information to the CIA, but Gregory’s eyes were wandering all over her and she felt like if she showed any more skin he might just leap on her during the meeting.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Have a seat.” The board chairman commanded. He looked to be in his 60’s, large, dark glasses sat on his nose and his black and gray hair was greased back where it wasn’t balding.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria sat down quickly and listened as the preliminary topics were covered.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Mr. Fitzgerald, would you and your assistant please begin.” He said in a loud voice, sitting back in his chair and folding his hands over his chest.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The two stood up and walked to the screen facing the long table. The room was all black and white with very dim lights. The slideshow began.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
A map of the world appeared as Gregory announced his findings and the general situation the Soviets were in. Everyone there knew they had the bomb but didn’t know where it was and therefore, all eyes and ears were on him. Gregory announced that with Maria’s interrogation, they were able to find the location of these missiles.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The chairman was not impressed thus far.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“<st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Cuba</st1:place></st1:country-region>.” Gregory announced as the next slide appeared of the <st1:place st="on">Caribbean</st1:place>. He pointed to the small island. Murmurs fluttered through the room as the members talked amongst themselves.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“That’s preposterous!” One of them yelled. “There’s no way the Soviets would send them that close!” Others yelled similar accusations, trying to falsify the information.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The chairman waited for silence “Tell me, Mr. Fitzgerald, what proof do you have of this?” He probed, still relaxed in his seat.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Sir, the spies we have captured leaked this information to our interrogators.” He said nervously.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The chairman paused and Gregory could feel beads of sweat drip down his forehead.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Unfortunately, Mr. Fitzgerald.” He started, drumming his chest with his thumbs. “There is no concrete evidence. Furthermore, I question your choice of using a female interrogator in a case of such importance.” He said glancing over at Maria, now red in the face. “Although the board has always valued your contribution to national security, I’m afraid that this time, your work has been insufficient and at best, faulty in its practice.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Silence covered the room as everyone sat silent.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“My apologies, chairman.” Gregory said with a sullen look on his face. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Additionally, Mr. Fitzgerald, we have already sent spies of our own to <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Cuba</st1:place></st1:country-region> and it is quite absurd that there could be any chance of Soviet weaponry located so close to the mainland. I’m afraid I’m quite disappointed in your efforts.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Next order of business.” The chairman announced, cutting Gregory off as another group stood to present.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The car ride back to the CIA headquarters was a silent one until Maria piped in. “This is ridiculous! Just because I’m a woman doesn’t mean I can’t do just as good a job as any other male interrogator.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Maria, I think you do a great job, but you know the chairman, he’s very traditional.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I don’t care! I know I had solid data.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Maria, I mean, these spies are trained not to give away any information. Even the best interrogators fail.” Gregory consoled.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria was seething and kept quiet the rest of the ride.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It had been about an hour since Jennifer had tied John down. The first thirty minutes had been very pleasurable for him. Jennifer was completely naked and giving him the best handjob he had ever received. Her soft hand knew all the right spots to touch him and all the right spots not to touch him. He couldn’t count the times he had been brought to the painful edge and let go, giving his balls a terrible ache in them.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The last thirty minutes had been hell once John had realized Jennifer wasn’t going to give him release. His balls hung low and felt very full and his cock was super-sensitive after her treatment. The worst part was that Jennifer didn’t seem like she was going to stop.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ahhhh, Jennifer, not again, it hurts so much.” John moaned.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“What hurts? Your poor balls?” She cupped them. “They look awfully full, I wonder if any of this teasing is making them hurt so much?” She said with a teasing giggle, bobbling his sack in her hand.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“They feel like they’re going to explode. Why are you doing this to me?” John begged.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Jennifer gave an open-mouthed smile. She loved the emphasis he put on his pain. “Oh John, you remember all the times we’d go in the back room and you’d have your way with me?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Jennifer please I already said I’m sorry, don’t do this to me.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“No John, I’m going to make you suffer tonight. I’m going to make your balls so big, they’ll be confused with oranges, they’ll be in so much pain and I’m going to love every minute of it.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John closed his eyes and tried not to cry. His balls hurt so much he couldn’t comprehend that much pain.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria stormed past the guard and into Alek’s room. A nurse was bent over, playing with Alek’s cock. The amount of precum on his stomach and her hand implied to Maria that she had been going at it for about a half hour.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh, you want to join in too?” The nurse asked pleasantly.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Get out.” Maria responded firmly.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Surprised, the nurse wiped her hands on the towels installed next to Alek by the nurses and walked out swiftly. Maria watched her leave and stepped carefully towards her pathetic subject.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Alek was filled with fear. He trembled and tried to curl up.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Poor thing.” Maria said with false sincerity. She knelt down in front of him and cupped his balls. “Alek, do you remember when you told me the missiles were in <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Cuba</st1:place></st1:country-region>?” She compressed her hands lightly.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Alek whimpered.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Well?” Maria insisted, keeping her hand firmly locked on his swollen testicles.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Alek nodded slowly.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Good…good boy. I had an interesting talk with American intelligence today. Guess what they had to say?” Maria smiled and squeezed a little harder.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Alek was already in pain and all he could do was shake his head and shut his eyes.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Well, I’ll tell you. They told me there was no way the missiles are in <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Cuba</st1:place></st1:country-region>. I was shocked, really I was. After all that torment to your poor balls and you still lied to me.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Alek shook his head. “No….I didn’t.” He moaned out as he felt his balls get squeezed roughly.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She stroked him with her other hand, keeping his balls in her vice. “Yes, you did, now do you want to tell me where they are?” She asked pleasantly, tugging downwards on his painful sack and also stimulating him to the edge.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ahhhh, please, ahhhhh.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Comeon Alek.” She wrung his balls out like wet laundry and was jerking his cock violently.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Please, they’re, ahhhhhh, ahhhhh! They’re in <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Cuba</st1:place></st1:country-region>, really!” He was screaming now. Maria let her hand go and begun slapping his balls. They made a loud skin-on-skin sound and swayed back and forth under him. Being so full, they dangled and swayed heavily back and forth, causing him great pain.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria would have smiled if she wasn’t so angry with him now.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Please, I don’t know!” He begged her. “My balls…”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She stopped her slapping and stood up. She took a high-heeled foot and placed the toe over Alek’s balls, letting its weight rest on them.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria looked at Alek and cocked her head questioningly. Alek whimpered.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She pressed down on her foot and heard Alek scream loudly in pain, then drew her foot back and sent her toe flying into his balls. Alek sounded like he had lost his voice and all control over his body. He writhed uncontrollably and passed out.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria tugged her shirt down and touched up her hair, puffed air and left the room.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John, on the other hand, was just getting started. His balls were now a dark blue and he didn’t even want to look at the clock. Jennifer couldn’t seem to be satisfied by his pain, she had been teasing him all night, taking him to the edge over and over. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John was sitting blankly as he felt himself approach the edge once more, and then be taken away by his aching balls being tugged downwards.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“How do these feel?” Jennifer asked cutely, feeling each nut between her thumb and index finger.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh, ouch, Jennifer please, they’re so sensitive.” He moaned out, wincing in pain to her relatively gentle handling.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh, so I bet <i>this</i> hurts a lot.” He squeezed each ball in succession roughly, making sure to cause him jolts of pain. John screamed out loudly and tears ran from his eyes. “Mmmm, I just love seeing you suffer like this, John, we should really do this more often.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh, please, what do I have to do, anything Jennifer, please just stop!” he begged her with pleading eyes.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Awww, I’m I hurting poor John? Trust me, this is nothing like what you did to me, using me day after day. You have no idea what the look of your cock all stiff and needy like this does to me. Oh my.” She stroked him again, running her fingers up his thick veins and smearing the precum all over his shaft.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She went to her purse again and pulled out a light feather, pink in color. She gave a devious smile and sat next to John, biting her lip.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh John, you’re just going to love this toy.” She took the pink feather and brushed it against his chin and ran it down his chest making him shiver. She circled it around his thighs and let it lightly go over his dark balls.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She let the silky plume dance over his cock, tickling the angry head and teasing his throbbing cock.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It immediately spurt out precum and John was having a fit. He was squirming more than ever and tears were as abundant as the clear liquid dripping from his cock.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She became very moist in her pussy as she watched him, nearly having a heart attack from the ever-so light stimulation. She let it glide up and down his cock and brush over his balls and soon the feather became wet with precum. She didn’t stop, she let the torment sink into him and ravish him.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Apologize.” She demanded.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He coughed out in shock and pain and muffled an “I’m sorry Jennifer.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Louder.” She let the feather go quickly on his head.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I’m sorry! Jennifer it hurts…my balls!”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Gooooood boy.” She cooed, still letting the feather go slowly on his balls. “I hope these hurt a lot.” She took the feather away and gave him an open-handed, hardy slap and closed her grasp around his tight balls and squeezed. “I hope you think of this pain every time you think of how hot a girl looks. Every time you jerk off in bed thinking about a girl, I hope your balls tighten up and ache. Is that understood?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ahhhhh! Yes!” He screamed as she gave him a confirming squeeze.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Good boy.” She took herself away from him. “Now I want you to do one more thing for me. She took the phone off of the night stand and put it on his stomach awkwardly. She took her manicured fingers to the dial.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Wh…what?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“You know your girlfriend you’ve been cheating on with me?” His stomach sunk. “Call her, invite her over. Oh don’t give me that look, what’s her number.” John was stone-cold with fear. She took the phone stand and rested it on his sensitive balls. “What’s her number?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He gave it to her. “Good boy, now tell her to come over, you’ve got something special for her.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
With tears in his eyes he called her and told her and when John hung up Jennifer said “Oh don’t worry, I’ll leave right when she gets here.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria and Gregory spent an awkward morning together in the break room over coffee. They were already half way into their conversation when Maria changed the topic to the interrogation.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I just don’t understand it, Greg, I mean, I know when a guy is lying to me, trust me. The missiles have to be in <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Cuba</st1:place></st1:country-region>.” She insisted.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I know, I know, Maria.” He said. “But you heard the chairman said, what are we supposed to do?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria sighed and rubbed her temples. “Maybe Aleksander just doesn’t know. Or maybe he was misled.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“A possibility.” Gregory acknowledged.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It wasn’t until after hours that Gregory called the chairman’s secretary on the phone, waited a few minutes to get through and eventually greeted the esteemed individual.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Mr. Fitzgerald, I assumed you’d be calling me. I think we have a lot to discuss.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The chairman’s forwardness took Gregory back a little, he knew that he had lots to discuss, but he didn’t know what the chairman had in mind.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“It seems your interrogator…what was her name?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Miss Giovanni.” He informed.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Right. It seems Miss Giovanni has stumbled on some very serious information. Gregory waited in silence for him to continue. “Frankly, Mr. Fitzgerald, you should have contacted me about this first.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Gregory began to speak but was quickly interrupted “I’m afraid that Miss Giovanni was correct in her findings. Our spies reported to us earlier today that indeed, there are missiles located in <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Cuba</st1:place></st1:country-region>.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Gregory nearly dropped the phone in his hands. “Excuse me?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“We’ve had suspicions in the past but indeed, we cannot afford to have a <i>woman</i> find out information so important to our nation’s security.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I see.” Gregory filled the silence with.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Therefore, Mr. Fitzgerald, I can assume that I will be able to keep this information secret with you.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I understand completely, sir.” Gregory responded with notable hesitation. He could almost hear the smile on the chairman’s lips.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
As Gregory Fitzgerald drove home that night and entered his house he felt a cold chill run over his body. His wife was already in bed when he arrived, still angry with him. He took off his suit and put on his night wear to slip into the bed. He knew he didn’t have to worry about waking her, as he knew she was still awake, just not acknowledging him.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The next day went on without any surprises. Gregory didn’t see much of Maria, or John for that matter. His secretary came in with a memo and Gregory looked it over. It was some scribbled writing about John being sick and in the hospital. He rolled his eyes, probably just hung over, he thought to himself.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He considered the chairman’s conversation with him the previous night. He definitely couldn’t tell Maria. No, that would be a very bad idea indeed.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Nevertheless, Maria strolled in around the time they shut down for the night, still as sexy as always. She sported her usual business shirt and skirt. He enjoyed the fact that her hair was down and she had let a few buttons loose on his behalf.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ready to go home for the night?” Gregory asked.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria displayed a sultry smile. “Not yet, big boy.” She said sweetly, sitting on top of his desk facing him, crossing her legs over one and other to tease him. Gregory licked his lips silently as Maria took her hands to her big, full breasts. “Miss these?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ohhhh, yes.” Gregory said, leaning forward in his chair.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria purred and hopped off the desk letting her breasts bounce eagerly in her bra. Gregory immediately pushed his hands against her bra through her top and massaged the white lace to his satisfaction.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria marveled at the tent forming in Gregory’s pants and she bit her lip in pleasure. She moaned as she felt his hands rub her bra and finally reach around to unclasp it, letting it land on his thighs.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Gregory loved the look of his fingers pressing into her firm skin as he squeezed her massive breasts. “Ohhhhh, I missed these.” Gregory groaned.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Mmmmm, I bet you did.” Maria smiled. She hitched up her skirt and sat herself on top of Gregory’s knees, letting her full breasts squish against his face. He sucked on her nipples and licked her skin.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
As he enjoyed the taste of her breasts she undid his pants and stroked his cock. It didn’t take long to get him on the edge as she milked the precum out of him.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Say Greg, I had an interesting talk with our secretary today.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Gregory groaned at the taste of her breasts and suckled on her nipples.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“She told me you had a talk with the chairman.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Gregory’s heart skipped a beat and his licking stopped for a minute. His eyes darted about the room and returned back to her cleavage. His erection had already started to wilt in Maria’s hand.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Got anything to say about that?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Um, no Maria, what are you talking about?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria peeled her naked breasts away from him and touched his face with her fingers. “Greg, hon.” She began with a soft voice. “Tell me what you said to the chairman.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Maria I don’t know what you’re talking about.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She smirked and took her hand off of his cheek and wrapped it around his ball sack. She squeezed firmly and tugged downwards.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ow, Maria, that hurts, quit it!”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Tell me.” She squeezed roughly.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Owww, ahhh. Maria please I, ahhhhh…I don’t know anything.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She let her hand go and gave him two consecutive slaps.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Fuck, Maria.” He begged, gasping for air. “This isn’t funny. Oh that hurts, Maria please.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria repeated her tortured until Gregory couldn’t take it anymore and Maria was able to squeeze the answers out of him. Tears rolled down his cheeks and her boss confessed to her. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t tell you, you were right. Ahhhh, please let go of my balls.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Not until you tell me everything.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ahhh, they didn’t want a woman finding out such valuable information so they dismissed your finding so that they could take the credit.” He said rapidly.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria took her hand off of his balls and took her anger out on them with her palm. “Is everything you said true?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Yes, please, leave them alone, I’m in so much pain.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Fine, we’ll talk tomorrow.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The next day Maria came in with modest attire, not in the mood to be stared at. She hurried to her desk and waited for Gregory to get to his desk and when he did, she marched into his room.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh…hello Maria.” He said startled, she could tell he was nervous.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Make an appointment for me and the chairman.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“What…Maria, there’s no way I could do that.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I didn’t ask for argument, make it happen.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Maria, he doesn’t take meetings with people he doesn’t know. I…I don’t know what else to do.” Gregory pleaded, unconsciously protecting his balls.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria thought for awhile, smiling a little at his hands cupping his groin. “Fine, I’ve got an even better idea.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Wh…what?” Gregory asked, holding his breath.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“What’s the chairman’s address?” Maria asked with a smile.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I don’t know…”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria sighed and walked over to Gregory. She rolled up her sleeves and rubbed his arms, letting his arms go loose so she could peel them away form his crotch. She gripped his balls, still a little swollen.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Uh, uh, uh I think I’ve got it on file here somewhere!” He squeaked, rummaging through his folders. It took him awhile but he finally found an old recorded conversation. He handed the folder to her.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Good boy.” Maria acknowledged. She took the manila colored folder and strut outside the room. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Gregory covered his balls soothed them, and sighed “Back in my day…”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria took the folder with her to Alek’s cell and found two nurses playing with him. They never took a break with him did they?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh hello Miss Giovanni.” One of them said while the other stroked a feather across his cock.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Hi…leave.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Both of the nurses pouted but neither put up any argument and they both left to wash off their hands.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maria waited for the door to close and then stepped towards Alek, now with balls bigger than ever and still swollen from days past.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He quivered and his cock still leaked precum. She knelt down in front of him. “Alek, can you hear me?” Alek tried to go against his restraints to curl into a ball.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
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Maria sighed and looked into his eyes. “Well, I’ve got good news and bad news for you. The bad news I that you’re stuck in here for quite awhile until this whole thing washes over. But that’s not my fault, blame ‘Mother Russia,’ it’s her fault you’re in this mess.” She said, playing with his balls.</div>
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“The good news. You were right. The missiles were in <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Cuba</st1:place></st1:country-region>.” Alek’s eyes grew brighter and a small bit of hope went across his face. “So, Alek, I’m sorry.”</div>
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Alek’s lips quivered and he had trouble speaking. “Mar….ria.” He let out.</div>
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“Oh right.” Maria said offhandedly. “I <i>suppose</i> I should get you off.” His cock twitched with more precum. Maria rolled her eyes. “Well, fine, I guess you deserve it.” She said reluctantly, taking her hand on his cock and stroking it.</div>
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It was the best stimulation Alek had received in weeks. A hand wrapped all the way around his cock, not a feather, not fingertips but a whole feminine hand. He groaned out in pleasure and let his body relax. She jerked him and let her other hand massage his balls. He moaned and his whole body quaked. The first pleasurable blast went over his head. The other followed just barely clearing his hair. The rest she milked out onto his face and chest. And finally she pumped out the remaining amounts on his stomach. </div>
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“There, I bet that felt good.” She wiped the cum off on his legs. “I’ve got other things to do. Oh, and if they nurses ask they’ll probably assume you had an accident. So try to convince them that I did it or they’re going to hurt your balls.” She waved to him and walked out of the room.</div>
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Maria picked up the manila folder and walked to her car. She went to bed that night with a smile on her face.</div>
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The next morning she wore her sultriest outfit that revealed her breasts to their full extent. She wore a short-cropped skirt and did her hair the fanciest. She followed the address and as she waited outside the doorway she readjusted her breasts in her cups.</div>
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<span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">High School tease was written after "Amber" and was written from may-november and contributed as ten consecutive posts. High School tease is significantly different from "Amber" in that it had a longer and more complex story with women who had more distinct personalities. With High School Tease I attempted to give the protagonist a more humorous and relatable role. One thing that I liked about the story is his relationship with Melissa, his best friend. Their relationship puts a twist on the very common dominant woman/submissive man we see so often in many stories. And of course, Kelly and Emily fulfill that role appropriately. </span></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">Chapter 1 </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The teacher went on and on about physics. Sure, I should have been paying attention but let me ask you something. What would matter more to you in the last period of the day, the horizontal velocity of a projectile…or the stunning goddess in a miniskirt sitting only a few seats in front of you? </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Yeah, that’s what I thought. </span><br /><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I noticed her the first day of school and had been admiring her ever since. She was amazing, stunning, beautiful. All those adjectives everyone’s heard before and more. She was wearing a tight, low-cut, white tank top with only a black bra under it. What else could I do but stare? The fact that her black skirt was high on her legs and that was an understatement even when she was standing up. Everything she did made my mouth water with lust. The way she twirled her pencil in her fingers, the way she chewed her watermelon gum in her mouth, the way she crossed and re-crossed her legs, the way she took off her shirt in the middle of class. Fine…that last one never really happened, or at least not anywhere but my mind! </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I watched as she wrote down notes from the board. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her! This never happens to me. Well ok, not usually. At least not this far into the school year. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The girl next to me was one of my long-time friends. I had known her since freshmen year, 4 years ago. We hit it off right away but never went further than a hug. I don’t know what it was about us, we just never took it any further. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Not to say I wouldn’t want to. She was attractive. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">What? Did you want me to use more explanation? Oh, ok. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Gorgeous, breath-taking, good-looking…what else? You get the point. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The fact is after four years I didn’t look at her in the way I looked at the goddess in front of me. But I suppose the term ‘goddess’ is only relative. Back in freshman year, I would have told you the same thing about the girl next to me that I had just told you about the girl a few seats in front of me. But after four years…you get used to it. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">No, that doesn’t mean I don’t sneak a look at her cleavage every chance I get. In fact, I take every opportunity I can and I think she full well knows it. I glanced over in between the stares I gave the girl in front of me. The girl next to me was wearing a tight pink shirt which was where my eyes were right now. Her large, firm breasts were what made her popular with the boys and not to mention the subject of many of my ‘late-night dreams’ if you know what I mean. Her tight short shorts went well with her top and rode up her leg. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">It’s hard to tell with her though. Even if I were lifting her skirt up I don’t think her demeanor would change. That of course didn’t stop her from commenting when I looked at others. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ugh, boys.” She whispered under her breath. She had been watching me every day for the past month that I had been looking at this beauty in front of me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“What?” I asked innocently. “I was paying attention.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Yeah just not to what the rest of the class was.” She said with a crooked eyebrow. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Did I forget something? I did. The girl next to me was Melissa. She was my ticket to Kelly Gaden, the girl a few seats in front of me. They knew each other, or at least that’s what Melissa told me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“No comeon, I just glanced over.” I pleaded my case, hoping to recover some respect. Not likely. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She looked over to my lap and then back up to me in sort of a “what about that?” look. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">My cheeks turned red. I had grown an excessive boner since I had first sat down in the beginning of the period and it was quite obvious. There was nothing I could say to her, she had me pinned. The only thing I could do was that shuffle all guys do to make the lump just a little less obvious. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Why don’t you just ask her out?” She whispered to me. She had been asking the same question for a month now. I had sent Melissa to find out everything she could about her. She was smart, good personality and best of all, she was single. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I…don’t know.” That had been my response for the past month as well. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I didn’t have to look at her to tell Melissa was rolling her eyes. What? How could I just go up to her and ask her out. Kelly didn’t even know me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The bell rang and everyone stood up, grabbing their books. The teacher wished us good day. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ok, ok I’ll ask her out.” I said. And no, I had no idea what I was saying either. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She crooked an eyebrow, an expression I was well familiar with. “Right.” She responded sarcastically. It wasn’t the first time I had ‘promised’ to confront my fear. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“No, really I will.” I said quickly. I needed to learn when to shut up, there was no way I could go through with this. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Go ahead then, just make sure to keep your hands in your pockets.” She said with a giggle at both my predicament and my red cheeks. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Whether or not she was joking, it was good advice. I put my hands into my pockets much to Melissa’s humor and walked over to Kelly. She had just said goodbye to her friends and was getting ready to leave. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Um…Kelly?” I said, cracking my voice several times. I think I heard Melissa laugh. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Yeah?” Kelly said turning around. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I…uh…was wondering” This was going great, I thought to myself, she probably thought I was an idiot. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“What is it Jeff?” How did she know my name? Who cares, she knew my name! </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I was wondering if you’d like to do something with me…some time” I said cringing inside at my word choice. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">A small smile appeared on her face “Sure, what did you have in mind?” She said yes? I wasn’t prepared for this. Think…fast. Not one of my specialties. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I mumbled something about a weekend or something. Fortunately she saw my weakness and swooped in with a saving response. “What are you doing after school?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I didn’t have to think. “Nothing!” I squeaked. How could anything be more important? </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Sounds good, Jeff. I’ll meet you in the commons, I just need to get some stuff out of my locker. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Fine, yes, good, great. All of those I wanted to say but all I could think of was an awkward noise. Something like “uhh-hhuuu.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She smiled with repressed laughter “See ya there.” She said with a seductive wink. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I stood there stunned for the next millennium. Well, until Melissa came over. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Well congrats, Jeff, you accomplished a simple task.” She said smartly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Yeah, yeah.” I said. I was proud of what I had done. Even if it was simple. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Melissa and I walked to our lockers and I hurried to the commons. Kelly was leaning against a table with her backpack at her feet. I walked up to her in a daze as we both greeted each other. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Did you have anything in mind?” She asked me. Other than passing out? </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Not really…” I said, trailing off trying to look deep in thought. What’s a good first date activity? You’d think I would have thought this through a little bit more. Dinner…downtown…movie, yes movie! That’s good, not much pressure, little opportunities to make a complete fool of myself. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“How about a movie?” I asked, surprised at my confidence in the question. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She smiled, good, I thought to myself. “That sounds cool.” Great! I said to myself. Small talk followed but I couldn’t tell you what it was about. We walked out towards my car, got in and headed away from school. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Ok, let’s get one thing straight. When I said movie, I meant theater, dark, quiet and not too much contact. Not that I didn’t want to be with her but anything more than a theater would be way too much for me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">So when Kelly pointed at the nearest video store, my mind immediately responded with “No way, absolutely not!” But what came out of my mouth was a nervous “…ok.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Picking out a movie was tough. What kind of movie did girls like? Probably the ones I wouldn’t have given a second thought to. Good plan, I thought to myself. I picked a movie up, an obvious chick flick. Try to impress her with your sensitive side, that sounded like a good idea. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“You don’t really want to see that.” She said over my shoulder. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">What was I supposed to say? “Yeah it might be all right.” I muttered. She took it from my hands and put it back on the shelf. In doing so, I could feel the distinct feeling of a woman’s form on my right side as she moved against me. I almost shuttered at the feeling. Her hand was placed across my back on my left shoulder as she nudged closer to me. I almost passed out there. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“How ‘bout this one?” She asked, referring to the movie in front of me. I expected to see another chick flick, you know the type, the ones girls claim not to be chick flick but guys know they are? </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Well it was just the opposite. In fact it was the last movie I’d expect her to pick out. It was a movie that depicted a love triangle between two under-dressed women and one man. I read on. Lots of sex, nudity and adult situations, my kind of movie. But how could I watch it with her? So now what? I had to think of something clever to say such as ‘I like the movie and the concept of sex doesn’t bother me.’ But what did I say? “…uhhhh, sure.” Smooooth, I thought to myself. She laughed and took my hand to the counter. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">We checked it out, and got into the car. She detected my uncertainty. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“How about your place?” She asked. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Yeah sure.” I said, a little less awkwardly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I drove home. My parents weren’t expected to be home for awhile, until around <st1:time hour="23" minute="0" st="on">11:00pm</st1:time>. I hurried to get the movie in right away. The less time we spent talking, the less time I had to make a fool of myself. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">We both sat on the couch. She sat down first and once again a seemingly easy decision became impossible. I had to guess at the distance I should sit from her. Too far and I would seem like I wasn’t confident, too close and, well that could be disastrous. I sat what I felt was a happy middle. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Apparently she disagreed. She scooted closer to me, so close I could feel her entire right side against my left. The movie started up. We were silent for the first 30 minutes of it. That’s when it started to heat up. Hot girls taking their clothes off plus a teenage boy can only mean one thing. A very squirmy teenage boy with a growing issue in his pants. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">After a good 5 minutes of the two actors doing what they do best, my erection was difficult not to notice. I couldn’t very well stand up, readjust myself and sit back down. She seemed to snuggle herself closer to me as I got harder, which wasn’t making the situation at all easier. She leaned in a way where I could feel her right breast against my ribs. It felt amazing, so firm and yet soft all at the same time. I could feel my cock get rock-hard and I think she knew it. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The movie was at the part where the two actors were in the moment of passion. At each thrust of the actors, I felt Kelly breathe in and out. She was really getting into this, really getting into this. Her rising and falling chest meant her breasts were pressing into me. I was getting incredibly horny. My breath grew sharp and raspy. I felt my throat closing on me I was so nervous. I had never even made out with a girl before. Maybe a kiss goodbye here and there but that was it. Now I was closer to a girl than I had ever been. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The actors had finished and the scene changed to the morning after. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“That was great.” I heard whispered into my ear. It was so quiet and sensual I thought I had imagined it. My mouth was wide open. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I’d ask you what you thought but…” She placed her right hand on top of the lump on my pants. The stimulation made my body tremor. “…I think this speaks for itself.” She finished with a giggle. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I gave a quiet moan as her fingers slowly, very slowly moved across my crotch. Her hands moved to a full-palmed massage. It felt amazing! </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Getting a little tight?” She asked as I felt her warm breath on my ear. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“…Wh—what?” I mumbled, dazed. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Your shorts, getting tight?” She said, emphasizing ‘tight.’ I didn’t have time to make another mumbled statement. “Why don’t you just…” She trailed off, undoing the button. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Our eyes met. Her brown eyes melted my own. She bit her lip as we leaned in for a kiss. Our hands caressed each other all over. I took her waist and continued. I was making out with a girl! I yelled to myself. I never thought it would be this great, especially with such a bombshell. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She pulled herself away and looked at my wryly. Taking my wrists she pressed my hands against her breasts. My heart skipped a beat. Well, several beats. To be honest I had no idea how long it was until my heart restarted or my breath continued. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She guided my hands to a fondling motion, manhandling her own globes. My cock throbbed and twitched. If I had moved myself only a little bit I’m sure I would have exploded. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“You stare at them everyday; you might as well touch them!” She said, taking me by complete surprise. She didn’t even know I existed! At least, that’s what I thought up untill now. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“You didn’t think I noticed? I love looking back at you, just to see you glance back down at your books, thinking I wouldn’t catch on.” She was laughing in a sexual way. “I wanted to see what you were all about…” She squeezed our hands onto her firm breasts making me cough out with pleasure. “And when you asked me out how could I resist?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I was speechless. This was a girl I thought was way out of my league and what she was saying completely contradicted that. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Hehe, you can take your hands off now.” She said, almost having to peel my hands off of her breasts. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The fact that my hands left her chest didn’t mean she was done seducing me. She placed her left hand on my right thigh and bent over in front of me. She smiled as she watched my eyes lower to her cleavage. Her black bra did an amazing job of pushing her breasts out. My cock throbbed and twitched in anticipation. Her eyes never left mine as her right hand moved over to unzip my shorts. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">A slow metal on metal noise seemed to last forever as she dragged the zipper down. I let out several grunts as I felt her finger tips trace the shaft of my throbbing cock. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She slid the shorts off of my legs and onto the floor, her eyes finally left mine to gawk at my solid member through my boxers. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“You’ve developed quite the hardon.” She said looking me over. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised though, it’s been like that all afternoon.” She laughed and once again she was a lot more observant that I had thought. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“What’s this?” She asked with fake cluelessness. Her finger traced my shaft from my balls to my head across the fabric of my boxers. She stopped at the large wet spot at the top of my boxers. “Quite impressive Jeff, you must be really horny.” She said, tempting me. She took the top elastic band of the boxers and pulled it down slowly. Her eyes widened at my stiff cock, the head covered in shiny precum. Yeah I’ll admit it, her gawking raised my confidence a bit. I’m not one of those guys who likes to brag and boast about my size but I will say it’s large. Well, all depending if you call 8in large or not. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She tucked the elastic band behind my balls which produced a small ache and a drop of precum that added to the pool under the head of my cock. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Even though my cock was at the brink of explosion, her hand wrapping itself around the shaft of my cock hadn’t set me off, to I’m sure, both of our surprise. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I had realized the movie was still playing as I glanced over at the TV. It was at a part where the female actress was giving a rough handjob to the male actor. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Mmmmm” Kelly began. “What a coincidence.” She said smirking. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">No way. That was what I had been repeatedly saying to myself for the past few moments. I went from being the kid in senior year that hadn’t gone anywhere to getting a handjob from this goddess! </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She was definitely taking her time. The tempo was the complete opposite of the movie as the female actress pumped at the over-sized cock like a wild-woman. Kelly however, much against my wishes, was giving me painfully slow strokes. Those slow, tormenting rubs that keep you on the edge and match the rate at which I was calming down. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I groaned out half in an aching pain and half in anticipated pleasure. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oooh look.” Kelly remarked, drawing my eyes away from her cleavage to the TV. The camera zoomed in on the actress’s naked breasts. Three quick strokes gave the man all he needed to shoot huge globs of white cum all over her breasts. They both moaned out in pleasure as the girl rubbed her cum-covered breasts together. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She gave me an upward stroke and my knees lifted to the air. I was right on the edge and I couldn’t wait for the pleasure to come! </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">A downward stroke and my knees shook in place in the air. My eyes shut as I waited for another stroke. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Another upward stoke. Precum leaked out of my cock and dripped, yes dripped, down to my stomach. I groaned out. “Ughhhhhh.” I let out waiting for that last stroke to set me off. My knees quivered, my body shook and I was breathing hard waiting for that incredible pleasure! She held my cock poised and leaned in with her lips. I felt them an inch away from mine and the warm air from her nose. I shut my eyes, waiting but nothing came. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Not on a first date.” I heard. No that can’t be what she said. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She let my cock plop down with a splash in my precum. “Wha……what?” I pleaded. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Not on a first date.” She repeated herself as if it was quite obvious. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“…Why?” I begged after a few moments had past. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Did you really expect me to give you a handjob on our first date?” She asked appalled. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“well…no…it’s just that…” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Just that what?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I was so close.” I said, trying to help my cause. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She looked at me with pitiful eyes. “Well I’m sorry if I mislead you but I just don’t understand why you wanted me to make you cum, we barely know each other.” I opened my mouth but she went on. “You don’t mind do you?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Heck yeah I minded! My balls were killing me and precum was still making its way out of my cock. But what did I say? </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“No I don’t mind.” I said with half as much confidence as I felt. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ok, so you’re not mad?” She asked seriously. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“No, I’m not mad.” I said, downtrodden. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Great!” She gleamed. “It’s getting late though I should probably get home.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Sure” I responded dryly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She stood up and grabbed her purse. The movie still played but she didn’t seem to notice. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Well, aren’t you going to walk me out?” She asked. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oh, right.” I said. I stood and began to pull up my boxers. She walked over and took the elastic band to my knees, fully exposing me. My cock was only halfway stiff. I waddled over to the doorway with her and I knew she was repressing a smile. She put her back on the door and looked at me. My eyes were down her shirt. She took her index finger and pushed my chin up until our eyes met. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Thanks for a fun night Jeff.” She said sweetly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Yeah, thanks…Kelly.” I blurted out. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She turned around to leave but hesitated at the door. “One more thing Jeff.” She said, turning to face me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Could you not um…um” She itched her ear nervously and smiled. “You know…” She rolled her eyes and looked into mine. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">No she couldn’t mean…no she couldn’t. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“What?” I said stupidly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Comeon, don’t…you know.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“You don’t mean.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She nodded slowly but quickly added “Just for tonight?” As if that was any consolidation. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Kelly, I can’t. There’s no way I can’t.” I said firmly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Please, for me?” She said charmingly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I was willing to do a lot of things for her but this crossed the line. My balls were aching terribly and I had no idea how she expected me to “not do it.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I…I don’t know.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“It’s just one night.” She said oversimplifying my predicament. “You‘re not telling me you can’t handle one night are you?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I don’t think I can handle…” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She cut me off “C’mon,” She started, fondling my groin, “You’re a big boy.” She said with a self-indulgent laugh. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I guess…” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Promise me.” She said sternly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I….I…” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Go ahead.” She said, cupping my balls. “Say it.” She was enjoying the control she had over me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I…promise.” There I had said it…what had I done? </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Promise what?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Promise…to not…” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Jackoff.” She said as if she enjoyed the word. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Jackoff” I repeated, embarrassed at this first grade lesson. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Say the fullll thing now.” She said, emphasizing ‘full’ by giving my cock a full stroke. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I promise not to…jackoff.” I blurted, in a daze. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She smiled. No, not smiled, grinned. She tasted the control she had and she loved it. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I’ll see you tomorrow then.” She said, giving me a kiss. And before she left, she took her hand to my cock to bring it to the edge one last time tonight and in her words, </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Something to remember me by.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">Chapter 2 </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I must have stood there staring at the closed door for the next 5 minutes. What had I gotten myself into? I asked myself, contemplating my predicament. I looked down at my aching cock; it stood straight up with a drop of precum at its head. I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists. Anything to stop myself from reaching down and bringing myself to orgasm right here and now. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I pulled the boxers up from my knees to my waist. Even the slightest feel of the band against my shaft made me shutter and reminded me just how close I was to explosion. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">It was <st1:time hour="10" minute="30" st="on">10:30</st1:time> and my parents would be home soon. I rushed over to the floor and grabbed my shorts, and put them on. I looked up at the TV screen. The movie was almost over. Apparently, the two women decided to share the man as they both were with him together in bed. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I had seen enough. I needed to keep my mind off of sex. Much easier said than done taken that my huge boner nagged me at every step. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Walking into the kitchen, I took an icepack from the fridge and brought it with me to my room. I stripped down to just my boxers and lay down in my bed, ready to go to sleep. Lifting the waistband of my boxers, I saw my cock red and throbbing and watched as a drop of precum leaked out of the head. I groaned out as I felt the ache coarse through my shaft and down to my balls. I took my scrotum in my left hand in pain. It didn’t help. I felt my balls ache even more so and nothing was going to help. I took the icepack in my other hand and gritted my teeth. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">It was agonizingly cold. The bitter ice against my red-hot shaft was excruciating but I managed to calm myself down. My cock minimized in size and softened to its flaccid state. My breathing slowed as I felt myself go numb. I took the ice away and left in on the night-stand next to my bed. As the cold faded, my balls started to ache even greater than before its ache rose to my stomach. The scrotum was about twice its normal size and it felt like it was going to burst. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I lay my head down and shut my eyes. All I could think about was Kelly. I could already feel the blood returning to my flaccid shaft. This was going to be a long night. </span><br /><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Aside from the many times I woke up during the night with an un-controllable urge to relieve myself, I finally awoke to my alarm. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I looked down just as I had the entire night at the huge lump in the sheets. I was horny and the worst part was it would have been so easy to relieve the ache in my balls. Why had I agreed to this awful torment? </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I stood up at the edge of my bed and walked to the bathroom. A cold shower was a necessity to keep my erection down. I shivered in the frigid water as it ran down my body and yet still, all I could think about was Kelly and her amazing cleavage in my face, her soft hands on my cock. All of these thoughts kept me stiff however, despite the cold water. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I dried myself off, giving up on the idea of calming myself down. I put on a tee-shirt, jean-shorts, socks and shoes and headed out the door to my car. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">You’re probably asking yourself how I was supposed to go through school with sex on my mind and a raging boner in my pants? That’s funny because I was wondering the same thing. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I couldn’t tell you what happened in my first 4 periods. Literature, math, biology, gym were a blur, all I could focus on was the night before and how amazing it was. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">All of the girls in the hallway were just walking breasts and ass. Either I was staring at the bouncing behind in front of me or a girl’s low-cut top to the left of me. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ugh, Jeff, stop it!” It was 5th period and I was sitting across from Melissa at lunch. It was probably the fourth time she caught me staring down her shirt. And yes, I used the words ‘probably’ and ‘caught.’ </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Sorry…I really didn’t mean to.” I said it with all earnestness but my eyes drifted back down to her cleavage. I truly couldn’t help myself and she wasn’t making it very easy. She was wearing a low-cut V top that revealed her cleavage incredibly well at the angle she was sitting. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Well cut it out.” Melissa said but she didn’t make any effort to cover herself or sit at a less-revealing angle. I had a hard time believing she didn’t want me to look at her. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“What’s wrong with you today anyway?” She asked, taking a bite out of her sandwich. “You’ve been acting like you haven’t cum in a month.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">It sure felt like it! I said to myself. “I just didn’t get too much sleep.” Which wasn’t a lie but it also wasn’t the sole reason of my demeanor. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She smirked “Did you and Kelly go at it all night or something?” She said laughing. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Well yes and no. We didn’t go at it all night but the effects did. But all I did was laugh “No, just a lot of homework.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I see.” She said, finishing her sandwich. My eyes went back down to her cleavage but Melissa didn’t say anything about it this time. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“How was it by the way?” Melissa asked. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“It was all right.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Did you make any moves on her?” She asked smiling. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I choked on my bite a bit “No…not really I just kissed her goodbye.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Why not? I think she really likes you.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I don’t know, maybe next time.” We left it at that. The rest of the period we talked about the same stuff we always talked about except this time I was staring down her top the whole time. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Physics finally rolled around and I realized I hadn’t seen Kelly all day. She was almost late to class. My heart was pounding a mile a minute as the clock got closer to the bell. I was afraid she wasn’t coming today. She entered in a quick-walk and set her stuff on her desk but not without bending over to do it, something she had never done before and I doubted it was a coincidence. I think she even winked at me but it was hard to tell. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She wore a lime-green tank top and black pants. Both of which were more revealing than anything I had ever seen her in. I felt my already-stiff cock grow rock hard and nearer to the edge. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The teacher began but I sure as hell wasn’t listening. I think I stared at Kelly the entire fifty minutes, ignoring all the taunts Melissa was giving me about the obsession. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The bell surprised me and I almost jumped out of my seat. I ran over to Kelly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Hi Kelly, how’s it goin?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Fine.” She said sweetly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“What are you doing after school?” I asked, I sounded like I had just gulped a gallon of caffeine. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Hmmmm, I think I’m busy right after school but I’m free tonight.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">How long was I going to have to wait? I asked myself. “You…wanna do something?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Of course, how about my place this time.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Great!” And I meant it too. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ok, be over at 9. That’s ok isn’t it?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I would have preferred her to get down and give my cock right in the middle of the classroom but I said “Yeah 9 is ok.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Great, I’ll cya then.” She said, kissing my cheek and walking out the door. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I waited for Melissa and we walked out the door together. She waited until we were out of earshot to ask “Have you been hard all day?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I thought it was incredibly frank but I answered “It’s been up and down.” I said, lying, it had indeed been rock hard since last night and was showing no signs off going down. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Did you forget to jackoff in the past week or something?” She really was serious about her question and I didn’t blame her. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“No, I guess I’m just not that focused today.” And with that we left for our lockers. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I couldn’t believe I had to wait until 9 to see her. I was uncontrollably horny and all I could do was homework to keep my mind distracted but it didn’t help much. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">9 finally rolled by. Ok fine, <st1:time hour="8" minute="15" st="on">8:15</st1:time> but it was close enough! I drove as fast as I could to her house and arrived at about <st1:time hour="8" minute="35" st="on">8:35</st1:time>. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“You’re a bit early.” She said, after we greeted each other. “It’s ok thought, my thing ended early.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She was wearing a pull-over sweatshirt and sweatpants made for lying around the house. I wished she had stuck with the revealing tank top from before. I walked in, following her. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Don’t worry my mom isn’t home (her parents were divorced and she lived with her mother) she’s away until tomorrow afternoon.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“That’s good.” It was an understatement. She turned and got close to me, putting her hands on my shoulders. “Of course it is.” She said with a seductive tone. She took my by my shirt collar to her couch. I sat down and she sat so close she was almost on top of me. She was smiling and I’m sure I was beaming. She was on my left again and her left hand reached over and landed on my crotch. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Wow, you are really stiff.” She moaned out, massaging my aching cock through my shorts. “Did you keep your promise?” Kelly whispered in my ear. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“…Yeah” I moaned out “I did…it was awful.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Jeff, it’s ok, you don’t have to lie to me.” WHAT? I yelled inside my own head. I was unbelievable to even imagine what she said. My balls were aching like crazy and I had been hard the entire day. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Wha—what do you mean?” I groveled. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Comeon, you really didn’t hold back last night did you?” Was she serious? </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“No…really I did!” I countered. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I told you Jeff, you don’t have to lie to me, I’m not that mad at you.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“But I really didn’t!” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She didn’t respond. I couldn’t believe it, I went to further object but she silenced me with a finger on my lips and a hand undoing my shorts. She slipped her hand into my boxers and felt around. I moaned out in pleasure as she stimulated my cock. She pulled my shorts off to the ground. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ooooh, quite a bulge you’ve got there.” She said seductively, placing her hand on my boxers. “Take them off.” She said. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I slipped them off to the ground and heard her giggle as my cock flopped out, leaking out a small drop of precum. Her open-mouthed smile was an obvious indication of her pleasure. Her index finger of her right hand drifted on top of my shaft. My whole body shuttered in pleasure. Precum came out uncontrollably, much to Kelly’s happiness. Her finger lightly touched my cock all the way from the head to my balls. She took the sack in her hand and gave it a light compression, enough to increase the ache I had felt since last night and also enough to shoot out a load of precum. She laughed out loud at my groan of frustration. Her finger drifted back up to the head, already red and throbbing. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I’m going to make you sooo horny by the end of the night.” She whispered. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Please, I need to cum so bad!” I begged. She took the shaft in her hand and stroked slowly. “Awww, Jeff, I know you do but just think how incredible it will feel tonight.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“No, Kelly I can’t wait!” Her strokes were driving me crazy! Each one was so incredibly slow it felt like I had reached the edge and fallen over, only to be grabbed by the wrist and pulled back up as I fell. I took my hands from my sides and went right for my cock. I needed relief now or I was going to burst! Just as I was about to touch myself and reach heaven I was stopped. My hands were grabbed and thrown to the couch unable to move. She was surprisingly strong as her hands held down my wrists to either side of me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“That wasn’t a very nice thing to do Jeff.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I humped the air with shut eyes in frustration. “But I need it!” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“If you’re going to act this way I don’t think it is going to work between the two of us. You need to learn some self-control.” She said sternly and seriously. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“But I waited all night and all of today. You have no idea how horny I was.” I pleaded. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Enough with that Jeff, I don’t want to hear it anymore and if you lie to me one more time then you’re out of here.” I sunk in my seat, embarrassed. Why didn’t she believe me? </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Plus” She started “I think I know what will make you feel a lot better.” YES! She was going to let me cum. I relaxed slightly in my chair from my tense state but her hands didn’t go down to my groin. Instead she went to her waist and grabbed onto the bottom of her sweater shirt. Pulling it up left me stunned. It was the green tank-top from before in all its glory. And even better she was wearing it bra-less! My cock exploded with a few short loads of precum as I stared at her. She smiled at me, obviously happy with her appearance and what I thought of it. She took my wrists again and pushed them down to the couch. It was a smart choice form her point of view because just then, I had no idea how I could have stopped myself from giving myself relief. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Not to mention of course the angle of which she presented herself. I got a straight shot down her top to her gorgeous breasts, dangling there, inviting my eyes. She held my wrists down firmly as I wriggled in my seat. She looked down and laughed as she watched my pitiful cock bob around and twitch spewing precum. I groaned out as I felt my balls tighten up and ache. It was almost unbearable and I had no idea how much more of this I could take. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“If I let your hands go, do you think you can keep yourself controlled?” She asked sweetly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I…don’t know.” I responded uneasily, my hands were still squirming under hers. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“At least you’re honest.” She responded, but still disappointed with my lack of self-control. “What do you think we should do?” She asked, looking for an answer. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Let me cum?” I said in half-seriousness, knowing full-well her answer </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She laughed “Your funny, but seriously if we can’t keep you controlled the only thing left is tying you down.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Was it a joke? I couldn’t be sure. I gave an uneasy laugh. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Come with me.” She said, taking my hands and pulling me towards her to a standing position. She switched her hands so that I was following behind her, my right hand in her right and my left in hers. She pulled me to the kitchen and told me to stay. She got right up to me. I could feel her firm breasts on my chest, almost bringing me to orgasm and her sweatpants were a centimeter away from my aching, throbbing cock. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Before I do this.” She trailed off. She brought my hands to her breasts, a surprising move. Surprising but also amazing. She let her hands loose but kept them on my wrists. “You won’t be able to do this for awhile.” She commented. I fondled her amazing breasts. They were incredible! Even better than before now that she was not wearing a bra. My cock dripped precum. It flowed all the way down my shaft and dribbled down from my balls to the floor. They were firm and soft all at the same time. The time felt way too shot but she took my wrists away and down to my sides. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She took my hands above my head and left them there long enough to pull my shirt over my head. She ordered me to remove my socks and shoes. I stood before her completely naked, exposed. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She took my hands behind my back but not without rubbing the front of her body against me to get there. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Stay still.” She let go of my hands for a few seconds and I felt plastic wrapping around my wrists as they were pushed against each other behind me. I heard the familiar sound of plastic wrap enclose my hand as she wrapped several layers until it was thick enough that I would need scissors to get out of it. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She went to get paper towels and came back in front of me to wipe the precum off the floor and even went so far to wipe the precum off of my cock, sending me to the very edge and inciting a groan from me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">This time, instead of the living room we went to her bedroom. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I was once again going further with a girl in a day that I had in a lifetime. Opening the door revealed a normal teenage girl’s room. Posters of female singers, pretty little doodads covered the surfaces. She led me over to a bed, its comforter was pink cloth which she drew back and sat me down on her sheets in a sitting position with my back against the headboard. She came in front of me and sat in between my spread legs. She rested her hands on my thighs to look at my cock. She bit her lip in obvious enjoyment. I was staring down her top, which I’m sure she was fully aware of, and this, plus my denial made quite a water show. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Her head tilted back and forth and she raised her eyebrows every time my cock shot another load. My balls tightened as I continued staring and I moaned out in agony. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She took one hand off of my thigh and took her index finger to my shaft. She took the finger to the side of my shaft and pulled it to one side as if starting a metronome. It followed its path, keeping the beat, wagging back and forth. She giggled at the situation and kept my cock going, giving it small, light taps to keep it in its back an forth motion. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She was laughing quite hard now, especially as I moaned out in frustration. She gave the cock a last bat, which sent a huge load of precum flying to my stomach. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Wow! That was amazing, that was a gigantic load.” She took her batting hand to my balls and gave them a slow massage; I assumed it was to feel how full my balls were. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oooh. You must really need to cum.” She taunted as she took her other finger to the load on my stomach. Her wet finger touched my shaft. My whole body quaked and shuttered at her touch but she continued on, running her wet finger up and down my erect cock. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">This incredible stimulation, combined with her other hand working my balls resulted in an incredible pain in my balls. A giant load of precum went to the bottom of my rib cage and my balls felt like they had gotten kicked by a feminist soccer player. She didn’t seem to notice the glass-shattering painful yell I screeched out, instead she moaned in pleasure and cupped my balls. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ooooh, that load was even bigger…and just look at your balls!” Her voice was sincerely in amazement. I looked down at my sack in shock. My eyes opened wide and my mouth was open. My balls had turned a light shade of blue and Kelly was playing with them, bouncing them up and down off of her palm, enjoying my predicament. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Blueballs!” She gleamed “I bet your balls must really ache.” I groaned out in pain. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Please, you have to let me cum, I feel like I’ve been kicked in the nuts.” I begged. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Awww, poor thing, but you need to show me you can go one night without cumming.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“But I…” I trailed off, I knew she wouldn’t be happy if I claimed I had held back last night again. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Yes?” She asked, knowing full well what I was about to say. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Nothing.” She smiled at the control she had over me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">An odd silence filled the room and her hands were still all over my groin. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“It’s getting late.” She commented. It was after all <st1:time hour="11" minute="30" st="on">11:30</st1:time>. “We should get to bed.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">My eyes were still shut from the pain but I heard her. She continued “And I know I can’t let you go home, so you’ll have to spend the night with me.” She said, very happy with the idea. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I gave a fake smile. Not that I didn’t want to spend a night with her but right now I was feeling nothing but pain. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She dragged my feet to the bottom of the bed until my head rested just below the headboard. She put a pillow under my head. Walking to the other end of the room she stood where I could see her and pulled her sweatpants down to reveal not the black pants I had expected but a pair of black panties. Another load shot out of my cock to my stomach and she laughed. She turned off the light and snuggled up next to me in the bed. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Try to get some sleep; I know it’s hard with those achy blue balls.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">Chapter 3 </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">My eyes opened, I realized I had been sweating and moving in the night. It was still dark and I couldn’t see anything. My mind focused on what was happening although it took a minute to comprehend. The sheet that was on me when I fell asleep was pulled down to my thighs and I felt a tantalizing stimulation on my cock and a sharp pain in my balls. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">It was Kelly, some people wake up thirsty, some hungry, Kelly I guess woke up horny in the night. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Did I wake you?” She asked in a low voice. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Yeah. I whispered.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Sorry, go back to sleep, I was just playing with your cock.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Why?” I asked, puzzled not by why she wanted to play with me but rather why she felt like increasing my torment. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I just got a little horny that’s all just relax and go back to sleep.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">It seemed to take forever to fall back to sleep, especially when all I could think about was cumming. I knew it wasn’t going to happen until we woke up in the morning so I tried my best to fall asleep, despite my urge and the pain in my balls. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I awoke again, this time it was lighter in the room as the sun crept through the blinds. I stirred enough to wake Kelly up. “Morning.” She said, yawning. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The plastic wrap was still under me, keeping me immobile. She turned on her side, facing me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Wow, that’s some morning wood you’ve got there.” She remarked, looking at the giant lump in the sheets. Her hand moved over to it and prodded it, sending me into a full-bodied spasm. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“You must be really horny. I played with it all night.” She giggled in enjoyment, reaching under the covers. I moaned out as she gave it a small stroke. She pulled the sheet back slowly. I felt the material rub softly against my shaft and every inch brought me closer and closer to the edge. The sheet was brought to my thighs and Kelly gawked. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Wow, look how hard it is.” She poked my cock as it responded with a drop of precum. “You must be really close.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I groaned, I was beyond close. I could have cum with the smallest bit of wind and I had no idea how far she was going to take me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She got off on her side of the bed and walked over to mine. She moved my body until I was in a sitting position on the edge of the bed. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She took me to a standing position and walked me over to a chair that faced her dresser. She sat me down on it so that my wrapped hands went behind the backrest so that getting out of the chair would have taken quite a bit of effort. She bent slightly as I looked down her shirt to kiss me. She turned and walked over to her dresser, her back facing me. To my surprise she took off her tank top right in front of me. I felt my balls tighten as I looked at her but I could only see her back and her cute butt shaping her tight panties. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She pulled out her drawer and made a point to look at the clothes at the sides of the drawer to give me a view of the side of her breast between her upper arm and torso. She took out a shear, undersized black bra and pushed it against her breasts. It was frustrating the hell out of me that I couldn’t see her front. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She turned around and asked “how’s the black one?” As she said it, she dipped her body slightly to clasp her bra. It hung loosely in front of her breasts and I could definitely see the upper half of one of her nipples. A rather large load of precum, stockpiled from seeing her change, landed on my stomach. She turned back to her dresser with a wry smile on her face, not needing to hear my answer. Her bra had no vertical straps and pushed her breasts up and out and if she had gotten closer I would have had a clear view of her nipples through the sheer fabric. She chose a white top that was made to have an undershirt under it. Without it, the white shirt was extremely revealing, making the point of wearing it questionable. She pulled up a pair of royal-blue short shorts. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She strutted over to where I was sitting and put her hands on her thighs, bending down. She looked down at my cock as does a mother bird to her chicks. “You’re coming along nicely.” She let out passively and rubbed my balls back and forth. “They’re not blue anymore...” She commented. She sounded disappointed to me. I would have said something but I was way too focused down her shirt, which I’m sure she was fully aware of. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The phone rang and Kelly picked it up and answered “Yeah?” I had a feeling she knew who was calling. She conversed with the person on the other end, giving mono-syllabic answers. She twirled the cord around her finger eyeing me and smiling every now and then. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Sure, of course we’re still on for tonight.” She said into the phone and listened. “Don’t worry, I’ve got one of my own...yeah I got one Wednesday...ok your place tonight? Great.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Who was that?” I asked curiously. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I suppose I should tell you now. She said casually and glided over to the chair I was sitting on. I exhaled as she cupped my balls.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“How are these holding up?” She cut my answer short with a loose squeeze that made me choke on my own words. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She sat on my lap and pushed her right breast in my face, an action that immediately sent my cock twitching. She took her hand to my cock and gave it slow light stimulation only on the upstroke, enough to keep me just on the edge. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I haven’t been completely honest with you since we’ve met.” I didn’t like where this was going. “A few friends of mine have this thing every Saturday evening...” She trailed off a bit just enough to give me a painful full-handed stroke. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“We, the girls and I, all take our...boyfriends and have a little contest.” Her words were spaced out, she was taking her time to find the right words the same way anyone would when they try to break bad news to someone. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She put a suspicious spacing before boyfriends too but I was more concerned with the contest. “What do you mean, contest?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Well, you know how I didn’t let you cum last night?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">No, please explain Kelly, it hasn’t been the one thing I’ve thought about since Wednesday, I thought sarcastically. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“...Yeah?” I responded uneasily. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Well, I have to admit something to you, when I said I didn’t believe you about not cumming on Thursday, I really knew you were telling the truth.” She said it as if something was humorous about this. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Then why didn’t you let me cum!?” I yelled in frustration. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She put a finger on my quivering lip, “I’m getting to that. Anyway, the girls and I have a contest based on how frustrated our...boyfriends are.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“You mean?” It was starting to dawn on me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Yep.” She said smiling, once again as if any of this was humorous. “I don’t plan on letting you have any relief until tonight, and even that’s questionable.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Questionable!?” I bellowed. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Yeah, questionable, depending on whether you win or not.” She said as if it was clearly obvious. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“What do you mean win?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Haven’t you been listening, win the contest.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She was avoiding the details of the contest on purpose and I didn’t like it. She covered my mouth with her finger and gave my aching sack a painful massage. I groaned out. “And when I mean painful, I don’t just mean from the aching denial,” she was working my balls roughly, sending pain through my stomach. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oooh, your balls are probably extra sensitive huh?” She said curiously.</span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">No kidding. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She put a palm over my mouth to muffle my screams as she tightened her grip. “I bet this is really going to hurt” she said as she rolled my testicles around playfully, giving off short, quick laughs at my short, quick screams. She squeezed the two balls together giving me an incredible sensation of pain. I was desperate to get out of the chair and I squirmed ecstatically. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Settle down Jeff, you’re never going to win if you don’t learn to take this kind of pain.” She said sternly. Her hand clamped harder sending my pelvis out into the air. She gradually loosened her grip as I set myself back down into the chair. My breathing was rapid and hoarse. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Her hand finally let go and moved up to my soft shaft. She pushed both of her breasts against my face and gave my cock pleasurable strokes. I moaned out in pleasure but the pain still remained. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Feel better?” She asked, giving me the last stroke that brought me to the edge. “I’m not trying to be mean to you, you just need to know what it feels like.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">It didn’t seem like much consolidation. My balls felt terrible and not even the feel of her wonderful breasts against my face made it any better. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She got off of me and said “stay put, Ill be back.” I hung my head and listened at her distancing footsteps. I heard a drawer opening and then her footsteps back to me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The continuing pain had made my cock go soft again. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Your cocks in the way.” She said with her hands behind her back and noticing my hanging shaft covering my balls. “I think I know how to fix that.” She bent over and I stared down at her unbelievable cleavage. She smiled “I love seeing aching cocks grow hard for me. Especially when they’re attached to horny boys who cant stop themselves from staring at my breasts.” My cock rose to full mast only to be met with a wooden ruler on my balls and a screech in pain from my mouth. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“That one looked like it hurt.” She said unsympathetically. Her voice even had a hint of arousal in it. A loud SMACK echoed in the room as another blow landed on my balls harder than the first. She moaned out, it was definitely pleasure she was experiencing. Her left hand gripped my shaft and gave it quick strokes until it became fully hard. Another blow from the ruler and she kept stroking. She went back and forth, every 5 strokes another whack, each harder than the one before. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I was screaming in pain when she stopped. Pain was in my stomach and was slithering through my body like a snake. I inhaled and exhaled sharply with shut eyes. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I opened my eyes slowly to see her standing in front of me. It was obvious she had brought herself to orgasm, maybe even two. She propped my balls up with the ruler and bounced them up and down on the wooden surface. I moaned out on each bounce, the small amount of pain felt terrible to my already-injured balls. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“How are they holding up?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I didn’t have the ability to answer. My throat was dry and I felt numb. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“That’s too bad; I didn’t even hit you that hard. Your poor balls are going to have to take a lot more ballbusting than that tonight if you think you’re going to win.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">After about a minute of silence I finally got up the strength to speak </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“What happens if I lose?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Here. She took a knife to the saran wrap and undid my arms. We both knew I didn’t posses the strength to bring myself to orgasm. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Lemme explain the game to you Jeff.” She began “you’ll be put through a few competitions with 3 other guys. Each one tests you on a different aspect, pain endurance, how full your balls are and self control. The beauty of it is, the more you excel in one aspect the worse you’ll do in another. If your balls are all achy and blue you’ll definitely win the denial contest but you’ll probably lose the endurance. And of course there are rewards and punishments for each place you fall into. 1st place of course is cumming with a few other rewards and all the rest are a lot less gratifying.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Hang on.” I said, bewildered by all of this new information. “What if I don’t want to participate?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Then you don’t get to cum.” She said simply. She didn’t need to give any more reason than that to convince me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I sighed; I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. It was just my luck too, the day I finally bring up the courage to ask out this goddess, now playing with my aching cock again, she turns out to be a dominating nightmare. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Hold still, I’m trying to give you blue balls.” She said as if it was a chore. She gave my cock amazing strokes and just as I felt the cum rise out of my balls, I felt a hand grab my sack and pull down roughly, squelching the feeling, leaving me with a terrible pain that boiled throughout my groin. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ahhh, that hurts so much!” I yelled. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Good, that means you’re getting close. Tell me when it feels like you’ve been kicked in the nuts.” She said, just as a doctor says to a patient. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She tugged on my sack again, producing an extreme pain. She made sure to squeeze my balls at the bottom of the tug, as if that was necessary. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The amount of precum I produced was enormous, she used every bit to coat my cock and make the sensation all the better. Each stroke felt amazing, better than anything I had felt in my life. It didn’t end in a mind-shattering orgasm like it should have. With this round, Kelly took my sack and twisted it around and about, all the while tugging and crushing. I screamed out in pain. And then another scream came, this one louder than the all the rest. I felt it, much, much worse than before. A feminist soccer player was terrible with excruciating pain. This felt like the whole team had their turn on me along with the coaches, soccer moms and all of their friends. The scream became inaudible, a hollow screech. The last thing I heard was “there we go, nice and blue,” before darkness covered my vision. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Hey, wake up.” My eyes opened a crack and I could see through blurred eyes Kelly looking me over. “Don’t tell me you passed out.” She sounded impatient as if what I had done was on purpose. I couldn’t make any noise, I couldn’t even move. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“What am I going to do with you? If you can’t take blue balls you’re never going to win.” I didn’t see why winning was so important to her. What did she care if I came or not? She certainly didn’t care the last two nights. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“The competition is in an hour by the way.” She said sternly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">An hour? How early did they start this thing? More importantly how long was it going to take? </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I’m going to give you some last-minute preparation then we're going to leave and Ill go over more ground rules on the way there.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The next half-hour was filled with constant strokes and she gave my balls slaps every now and then to constantly remind me of how much pain I was in. Her hand left my cock. “Ok, its time to get ready, I’m going to need you soft so you might as well get a head start while I grab a few things.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">How was I supposed to do that? She took about five minutes to gather a few oddities that I was too distracted to identify. I was slightly softer than when she left but all of that changed when I saw what she had changed into. Her black bra and panties remained (I assumed she didn’t change her panties) and she was wearing a tight black miniskirt and a swooping top that only covered the front of her torso and not much of that. No matter how she stood you could see a lot of cleavage. My cock shot straight up and twitched in place. She rolled her eyes and muttered “guess were going to do things the hard way.” She set the items down below the chair and took my balls in her hands. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Can’t we just use ice!?” I yelled quickly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“We don’t have time for ice.” She responded impatiently. Plus, it’s not nearly as much fun. With that she squeezed hard on my balls giggling as she watched my stiff cock wither to its flaccid state. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">With my cock hard and her still suppressing her happiness, she took a plastic device up and held it in front of my face. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“See this, it’s a cock cage. I’m going to put you in this until we arrive. This will make sure you don’t get a hardon.” She slipped the device over my cock. I looked down to see a plastic banana-shaped tube that fit over my cock and locked behind my balls. “Also it will make sure you don’t touch yourself, but I know you wouldn’t do that anyway because you’re a good slave.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I was about to question her use of slave but she had me standing and slipping on a pair of bikers shorts and a white tee-shirt. The biker shorts barely fit and showed the lump of the cage far to well for my desires. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I followed her to the car outside. Fortunately she parked close and there weren’t too many people around and those that were focused more on Kelly’s unbelievable attire than my own. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The car ride seemed to last forever. The pain in my balls still remained and I could barely focus on what Kelly was telling me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“When were there you will be addressing me as mistress Kelly but you can shorten it to just mistress if you’d like. You will be referring to all of the other girls as mistress as well but I’d advise against referring to them at all. You will make no contact with the other slaves and I don’t see why there would be any exceptions. We have the right to punish you anytime for any reason and there will be no arguing no matter how cute I think it is. You will obey us at all times no matter what. Do you think you got all that?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I nodded uneasily. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Good, now come with me, I’ll introduce you to everyone.” I followed her to a house in the middle of the suburbs. Opening the door, I saw three girls inside and three half-naked boys below them each one looking more miserable than the next. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">As I stepped inside I was greeted by the last person I expected. It was Melissa! My mind went swirling. What the hell was going on here?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">Chapter 4 </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">With a hand against the small of my back, I was led into the house. My eyes wandered about the room. Two girls and their slaves beneath them were chatting and making eyes at my arrival. I didn’t recognize either of them, or the boys underneath them. Melissa left the boy at her side to greet Kelly and <st1:place st="on">I.</st1:place> </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Hey Kelly, I’m so glad you could make it. I was worried you wouldn’t have him ready in time.” Melissa mocked. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Kelly shrugged. “You know me, I’m a speed-teaser.” She said with a wry smile. They both laughed but I didn’t find it funny. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Melissa added “I think we have some things to discuss.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Definitely.” Kelly said quickly but formed the word slowly. “Jeff, will you excuse us?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Yes…mistress.” I said, almost forgetting to say that last part. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Kelly led me out of what I had assumed was the living room to another room adjacent to it. It was a smaller room that housed a small two-seated couch, A TV, a bookshelf, and a side table with a light on it. The light itself didn’t give the room much ambience, only enough to see what was immediately in front of you. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Kelly sat me down on the couch and said “Melissa and I have some things to discuss before we get started. I’ll be back in a while.” She made sure to wiggle her ass as much as possible, which not only caught my attention but didn’t help the ache in my balls. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">There were so many questions that I had but she had already left. I let my body recline into the seat. What had I gotten myself into? I asked myself. I was going to be at the mercy of all of these girls and there was nothing I could do to get out of it. Even if I could escape, where was I to go? The cage around my cock kept me enslaved to Kelly and it wasn’t like I could avoid school forever. I ran my hands through my hair, asking, once again, what had I gotten myself into? </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The door opened after a good five minutes. This time it was Melissa. I was too overwhelmed before to notice her in detail. However, now, it was impossible to keep my eyes off of her. She wore a black, shiny leather outfit that barely covered from her waist to the very bottom of her breasts, just enough to cover her nipples. The top reminded me of something Wonderwoman would wear, if she was a cock-teasing superhero. Covering her legs were extremely tight pants made of the same material. My body shuttered when I saw her and I could feel my cock press against the cage. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She placed her hands on her hips and smiled at me. “How does it feel?” She asked seductively, stepping closer to me and looking down to me. I groaned out, her question reminded me of the ache and pain in my balls. Around her neck were two keys. She took one and bent over in front of me. Her top didn’t pretend to cover her cleavage. In fact it almost seemed to push it out and reveal as much as possible. As she bent over, my eyes went down and were transfixed at her firm breasts. She giggled at my fixation and pulled my biker-shorts down, revealing my caged cock. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">A smile went across her face as she was obviously enjoying my entrapment. She lifted the shirt over my head and smiled, stating “I can’t believe I’ve never seen you naked before” she said jokingly “…well except that once.” She was referring to the time when we were at my house. I had gone up to change in my room when she walked in just as I was pulling my boxers off. She covered her smile with her hand and made no effort to leave. I as extremely embarrased and rushed to pull my boxers back up. An event I didn’t like to remember. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She took a pair of handcuffs from the side table drawer. I imagine that every drawer and cabinet in this entire house had some kind of toy in it. She reached behind me and handcuffed my hands together behind my back. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She unlocked my cage and slowly slipped it off of my ever-hardening cock. It flopped out and throbbed and twitched, free to grow fully hard and erect. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Melissa moaned softly and bit her lip, gawking at my erect cock. “I love stiff cocks, especially aching, throbbing cocks with a big full set of balls.” She said softly, giving my shaft a few tantalizing strokes. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oooh, you have such a nice cock, you know that?” She said confidently, gripping my shaft firmly. “You’re so stiff and I never knew you were so big. I mean, I had an idea, but now I wish I had gotten to you sooner.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I was a little bit flattered. Hearing a girl compliment my cock was a definite turn-on and an ego boost. Melissa bent at a sharper angle. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“You really like my breasts don’t you?” She asked rhetorically, as my eyes had been focused on them since she came in the door. “I can’t blame you though” Melissa began and took my balls in her hands, giving them a painfully aching massage. “You must be soooo horny” She said, moaning out and gripping my cock. Then, as she gave me a slow stroke “…oh my!” She exclaimed as her eyes widened. My cock shot a huge load of precum all over my stomach, I groaned out as I felt my balls tighten and ache. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“That was amazing!” Melissa said “Kelly must have really done a number on you, your balls are just so full.” She took them and gave a little squeeze. “Let’s see if I can make an even larger load come out, I might even make your balls blue again.” She taunted, massaging my balls again. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I hadn’t mentioned that Kelly gave me blue balls. So the fact that’s he said ‘again’ made me feel that Kelly was telling Melissa way more than I wanted her to know. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">This time she took my shaft and gave it loose strokes. She was careful not to touch the head and kept her hands loosely on the shaft. My balls felt terrible. I could feel my sack filling with cum, as I would if I going to cum but I felt very little stimulation and I wasn’t getting any closer to explosion. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Just then, Kelly walked in. “How’s he comin?” Kelly asked. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Not at all.” Melissa responded with a giggle. “I was just about to give him blueballs, would you like to do the honor?” Melissa offered. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Sure.” Kelly responded with a seductive tone. She crept over and knelt beside Melissa and took my balls in her hand. Melissa’s hand remained on my shaft as they worked it together. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I gritted my teeth. Kelly was holding back, making sure the aching pain lasted as long as it could. It was awful and I couldn’t stand it. I squirmed in my seat and howled in pain. Kelly finally gave my balls a final knead and my body collapsed in pain. My balls felt terrible. If I wasn’t watching I would have been sure they had both kicked me in the balls, I was in that much pain. A tremendous load launched from the head of my cock and landed on my chest. The clear liquid slowly oozed down my chest to my stomach. I looked down to see my balls in terrible shape. They were a dark blue and both girls were too shocked for words as they gawked at my balls and the even more fascinating glob of precum on my chest. Melissa exclaimed “He’s amazing, I’ve never seen so much precum in my life.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“No kidding. I’m so glad you recommended him to me.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">My head was bent backwards and my eyes were shut as I tried to cope with the pain. What they said brought me out of my trance. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“What?” I asked. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“That’s right Jeff.” Melissa began. “I told Kelly about you ever since you laid eyes on her. Once her previous slave was…dismissed, she asked if you were available. Since you were too much of a wuss to ask her out I needed to egg you on until you did.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I was stunned. Melissa was my friend from Freshman year and I had no idea that she was into this, not even an inkling. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“But…” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">”But why did I want you to ask me out?” Kelly asked. “Because I wanted a boy who had the balls to come up and ask me and those same balls are going to win the contest tonight.” It seemed to be all about winning to her. I had no idea why it was so important. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“But enough about that. The first event is going to start soon.” She said excited, wiping the precum off of my front. She held up the cage and said “I need your cock soft.” She didn’t pretend to imply she wanted me to go soft on my own. She and Melissa took my sack in both hands and squeezed. Pain shot through my body as I felt my aching balls being compressed. My cock slowly lowered into a soft position. Even though it was flaccid enough to fit into the cage, they kept squeezing. I screamed in pain and they laughed, looking at each other in pleasure. They finally let go and slipped the cage on my soft cock and locked in. Melissa gave Kelly back her key. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I need to talk with Jeff for a minute Kelly, go on without me, I’ll be right there.” Melissa said, looking at me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ok sure, make sure you explain the rules to him, we’re going to be starting soon and I won’t have time.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Sure.” Melissa said offhanded. She sat next to me, close enough that I could feel her breasts against my side. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Jeff, did you ever imagine when you met me that this would happen? I’ve always fantasized about it but I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. You’ve always been there for me and I didn’t want you to think of me as your mistress. But when Kelly needed a slave, well I guess I got to have my cake and eat it too, huh?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She was smiling at me, I had a look of despair. “I think you’re going to make a wonderful slave, Kelly really seems to like you.” She placed a hand on my thigh warmly. “What do you think of her?” She asked curiously as I felt her hand get closer to my balls. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">There was no doubt in my mind that my answer was going to be repeated to Kelly. And there was no doubt in my mind my answer would be twisted so that I would receive more ball busting, or and even worse case of blueballs. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Well?” She asked impatiently. What was I supposed to say? She was nice? She was attractive? It was a touchy situation to say the least. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I like her.” I said, choking on my words. And no, it wasn’t the best choice of words. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She rolled her eyes, she was looking for me to say something more embarrassing. “Do you think she’s hot?” She asked with a smile. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“...Yeah.” I said uneasily. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Liar.” She said quickly, giving my balls a playful slap. “Tell me what you really think of her.” Although she had an amused smile on her face, she held my balls tightly, as if threatening me to give her answers. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I think she’s really hot.” I said, trying to make up for it. She gave my balls a tiny squeeze. “Keep going.” She said, trying to literally squeeze the answers from me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I like her...breasts a lot.” I said, coughing on the pain. She let her grip loose a little, but still firm enough so I could feel it. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“That’s what I was looking for. Kelly tells me you stare at her breasts all the time, I don’t find that surprising, she’s got really big boobs. Did you get to feel them?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I felt like she already knew the answer to that. “Yeah I did.” I said quietly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Aren’t they firm? They’re like, hard as rocks, don’t you think?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Well...I...yeah.” I said, stuttering. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She gave my balls another playful slap, although the pain was a lot worse than the first slap. “You don’t have to be nervous around me. How long have we known each other? I know you’re obsessed with boobs, you always stare at mine during lunch and in class and, I mean, comeon, you’re staring at mine right now!” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Yeah it was a little embarrassing, but I was staring straight at them. And it wasn’t like my eyes were point downed her top, no my whole head was angled to stare right at them as she pressed herself against my torso. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Melissa said calmly “I should give you a giant slap across the balls for that, especially because it’s so obvious.” She took her hand out and swung it towards me with terrifying speed. I shut my eyes in fear but all I felt was a slow massage. She had stopped right before impact and slowly groped my balls. I moaned out. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“But I know my boobs give you blueballs, which hurt you a lot more than my slap would. Plus we’re friends right? You can stare at me whenever you want Jeff, but then again my permission never stopped you before did it?” She laughed, then she put her legs on top of my thighs and wrapped her arms around my shoulder to keep herself balanced on top of me. Best yet, her breasts were squeezed right up against the side of my face. My balls were boiling and my cock was pressing against the sides of the cage. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I still haven’t told you about the game have I? I just bet you’re dying to hear about it.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Not really. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“There are four rounds and you are scored out of sixteen. You will compete against three other boys, first place gets you four points, second place gets you three points and so on. At the end the boy with the highest score wins first place overall…understand?” She said, tilting her head. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">No I didn’t understand but I nodded anyway. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“And here’s our favorite part. If you get fourth place, well” She shrugged “You get to be tortured by the winner’s mistress and your own mistress, separately and consecutively. Very few boys make it through that without passing out, we’re pretty rough on you for losing. After all it is your fault for not being horny and perverted enough to win. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Third place isn’t so bad, you get to choose one mistress, that isn’t your own, to spend an hour with you to do whatever she wants with you. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Second place is always fun, we give you blueballs and we strip you completely naked and introduce you to a few of our friends. You may have met them before, I’m not sure, but you’re definitely the center of attention and you’ll get plenty of it. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“And of course first place is always what you boys love the most. You get to cum anyway you like with you’re mistress and I mean anyway you like. It’s our little way of rewarding you for being in so much agony. I think that’s about it, we better get going.” We both stood up and walked towards the door. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Um, mistress Melissa…?” I asked. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“You don’t have to call me mistress when we’re alone Jeff. Remember I like to think of you as a friend, except now you’re my friend with a big set of blueballs.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Melissa, what happened to Kelly’s previous slave?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Melissa walked forward a bit to the door and turned around with a devious smile. “He got fourth place.” </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span class="postbody">We went through the door and I followed Kelly to the first event. I was still handcuffed behind my back and my cock was still hard in my cock cage. Kelly whispered into my ear. “This first one tests your endurance. A different mistress is going to tease you until you beg her to stop. The slave who lasts the longest wins.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Names were pulled randomly and were made sure that a slave and their respective mistress weren’t paired together. I was paired with a girl named “Tina” who, as Kelly explained, loved to torment boys by giving them blueballs. And if they already had blueballs, well, then Tina made sure they turned several shades darker. Kelly explained that I was picked to endure the toughest of all the girls for the teasing event. Great, I thought to myself, cynically. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I was pulled by the plastic cage to another room by Tina. It was a bedroom. I was forced to lay down on the bed with my head on a pillow. If I had to describe Tina with one word, it would be bubbly. She always seemed to have a smile on her face and a devious look to her eye. Tina had light brown hair that was in a pony tail. She wore a green tank top that didn’t cover her midriff very well or her medium-sized breasts for that matter. She didn’t wear a bra and it was easy to see her figure and her hard nipples poking through the fabric. She wore regular jeans and her entire outfit was a dynamic contrast to the black dominatrix outfits that Kelly and Melissa wore. The effect was no different, I was transfixed by her form and I felt my cock grow in my cage. She knelt perpendicularly to me looking over my cock. She had a stop watch in one hand and a key in the other. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Tina said in a sweet voice “Remember slave, all you need to do is say stop and I will. I’ll just let your cock go, no more pain, no more ache. Just remember you can say it anytime you want.” She unlocked the cage and started the stop watch. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She gave my cock quick strokes to get it to a full erection, she wasn’t wasting any time. As I became fully erect she slowed down so I wouldn’t explode in her hands. She set the stop watch down and took my balls in the other hand. Both hands were working my cock and balls and I could feel it. Her hands were magic, they were soft to the touch and firm in strength. She was giving the perfect handjob and it was taking its toll on my aching balls. Kelly was right, Tina was an expert, a professional at giving a handjob. If it was any other setting I’d be in heaven. But right now, I felt like I was in hell. Her skilled hands made my balls feel like they were going to explode. Each touch felt incredible, a stroke was filled with an amazing amount of pleasure, better than anything I had ever experienced. Yet each stroke fell short of what I needed. It seemed like she knew exactly where my edge was and just how far she could dip me over it and still bring me back. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I groaned out in pain. My balls, I’m sure, were a very dark blue. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Remember, all you need to say is stop. You’re balls must feel terrible.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">An understatement </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I’ll let go and this awful pain will end.” She added, constantly taunting me. Precum dripped out of my cock like a leaking faucet. Drip, drip, drip. As she continued on, it became a steady stream as it flowed down the sides of my stomach to the bedspread. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">It was the worst pain I had felt all night. I wriggled in place and screamed out in pain. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“AHHHHH” I yelled out. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“You poor thing, you must be in so much pain right now. Just say stop and the pain will be over.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Her strokes became firm and deliberate. I could feel, with each stroke, an incredible pain. Each rub seemed like it pumped more and more cum into my already-full balls. I had no idea how full they were going to get, I assumed the only reason they hadn’t exploded was the waterfall of cum globbing out of my head to relieve the pressure. There was no way I could take anymore of this awful treatment. And there was no way it was getting any better. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">My torso shot upwards and I yelled out “Stop! Oh…ahhhhh, please just stop!” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She let go and my cock fell down in a pool of precum with a splash. She stopped the watch and said “See that wasn’t so hard, now was it?” She looked at the stopwatch “<st1:time hour="13" minute="56" st="on">1:56</st1:time>, not bad, not bad at all. Most guy don’t even last a minute with me. This one guy had had me 3 times in a row and he just gave up in the beginning. Right as I unlocked him he yelled out ‘stop,’ oh it was so funny. Of course I didn’t let him. I covered his mouth so he couldn’t yell out stop anymore and worked his cock for the next five minutes. His precum was all over the place! He was even crying, begging me to stop. I loved it and I told him I’d only let him go if he could bring me to an orgasm. He was so eager to eat me out, he even did it twice! Of course I teased his poor cock while he ate me out. I finally let go of his cock and watched it throb like crazy afterwards.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">A knock came at the door, it was time to move on to the next event. I exhaled, glad that it was over. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Kelly met with me again. “By the way you got fourth place in that last one but don’t feel bad, no boy has ever gotten higher with Tina. Just make sure you do better on this next one. We’re going to tie weights to your balls, you’re going to have to stand upright until you can’t take it anymore.” The three other boys and myself were stood in a line with our legs spread. All of our cocks stood straight up and all of our stomach’s were covered with drying precum. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Kelly came over and tied a rope around my balls. She pulled it tight and made sure my balls were compressed. Then, cylindrical weights were attached to the bottom of the ropes. We weren’t told how heavy they were but they felt almost too much for me from the get-go. Each half-minute they added another weight to the rope. As time went on, our erect cocks went down as pain overtook pleasure. All of the mistresses laughed at us and our sinking cocks. I watched as Melissa and Kelly pointed at my falling member and laugh. I could hear all of the other boys grit their teeth and breath heavily in pain. I knew I was doing the same. What was worse was that I could relieve it any time I wanted by just kneeling. After a minute had gone by the boy next to me collapsed at the addition of another weight, screaming. The next half minute the boy at the other end of the line fell and it was just between the boy next to me and myself. My balls were being crushed down in my sack and I could feel the sting all throughout my body. Kelly walked over to me with another weight and placed it on. It was way too heavy for me. I fell to my knees and on my chest. All of the girls clapped as the boy next to me collapsed. The weights were untied and we were dragged to our feet. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Kelly took me to the kitchen with the others. There, four squares of paper towel were on the floor and on top of each were shot glasses. Kelly explained “The goal of this is to fill each glass as fast as you can with your precum. And you better do well in this Jeff or else I’m going to be very mad. Of course, you won’t be doing the stroking. You’ll be on all fours while I milk the precum out of you.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I was uncuffed and instructed to get on my hands and knees. When Kelly said “milked” she wasn’t kidding. It reminded me of a scene from a farm, where cows are placed over pails with their utters hanging down. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Kelly sat right where a farmer would be and all of the girls got started. I imagined a piece of grass coming from her lips and a straw hat on her head. The whole scene was very demeaning to me and the other boys, used as nothing more than precum-producing animals. My erect cock being straightened to a 90 degree angle to my body wasn’t comfortable and the ache in my balls wasn’t making it any better. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I felt her hands making downward pumps on my shaft. She squeezed my balls too which wasn’t helping my comfort. I didn’t see why that was necessary to cause me so much pain either but I gritted my teeth and took it, knowing full well that squeezing my balls had nothing to do with how much precum I produced. I knew this was my only chance to get any higher than fourth place and from what Melissa told me fourth place seemed to be a fate unparalled to any pain I could fathom. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Kelly tried to increase my flow of precum “Think about my breasts Jeff, remember when you got to fondle them? Weren’t they nice and firm?” It was working, huge loads of precum shot out of my cock as I thought about her magnificent cleavage and the feel of her firm breasts. I heard screaming from the other boys and seductive taunts from the girls. A huge din filled the room and my screams added to it at every leak. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I was sweating and my body convulsed. The problem was not having me produce enough precum, that wasn’t a problem at all. It was hard for Kelly to direct it into the shot glass and it wasn’t helping that she laughed every time I screamed or giggled at the mess I was making. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Finally, she rolled me on my back. I got a look at the paper towel. It was covered with streaks of clear fluid. Some of the streaks looked like she wasn’t even trying to get the precum into the glass. There was definitely more precum on the towel than in the shotglass. The glass was filled to the brink and was spilling over. Tons of the liquid pooled around the glass and it was obvious she had milked me after the glass was filled, which explained the lengthy milking session and the terrible pain. I had gotten first place and Kelly praised me. She sat on my chest and fondled her breasts with my hands, which not only brought me pleasure but kept me from touching my aching cock. She was so turned on by my performance she couldn’t help herself but really dig in. Her hands guided mine across her glorious breasts and squeezed and fondled like the hands of a horny schoolboy’s first time. She moaned out in pleasure as she felt the stimulation and no doubt loved the fact that even after milking a gallon of precum out of my cock, she was still making me squirt and making my balls boil. The precum kept coming and my screams were matched with the other boys in the room. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Finally, after the last boy had finished, we were cuffed and ordered to stand up in our line. All of our balls were a dark blue, some were purple and I didn’t even want to look down at mine. Our cocks throbbed and some still spurted precum. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Kelly explained the last and final test. Cock-shaped icicles, or as Kelly humorously referred to them as cock-sicles, were placed on our cocks. Our cocks fit into them well and we had to try to keep them from falling to the ground. Obviously, the cold would force our cocks to go flaccid and let the ice slip off. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Kelly approached me with her cock-sicle. “Imagine me giving you a blowjob, ok? Imagine me letting you explode in my mouth.” She said, trying to encourage me to stay hard. She put the ice over my cock before I could respond. The cold was excruciating. Kelly bent over in front of me and fondled her own breasts, anything to keep me hard. It was keeping me distracted from the cold but didn’t help keeping me hard. No matter what I did I couldn’t stay hard. My cock fell steadily but so were all the other guys. I heard a thud, as ice hit the ground, then another, it was me. I had grown soft and it had slipped to the ground. Two more thuds rang in my ears as I felt the cage go over my cock again. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“It’s ok Jeff, I think you got third place overall. You did a lot better than I thought you would.” The girls laughed and discussed the results. The girl I had not met yet, Emily, had lost. Her slave was behind me by two points. Kelly whispered into my ear about Emily. She was a true ball-buster. She got an orgasm just from kicking boys in the balls. She told me a story of how she would take advantage of co-ed gym classes for her pleasure. I made a mental note to wear a cup if I ever had a class with her. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Kelly continued on giggling through the story. “So Emily nailed a guy in the balls at the net during volleyball but he was wearing a cup so...” She paused to compose herself after her laughter “She and two other girls pulled him aside at the end of class and held him down. Emily reached into his shorts, snatched the cup right out of his boxers and just nailed him with her knee while the two girls spread his legs. I forgot how many times she got him but he couldn’t walk for a week!” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I made a mental not to never have a class with Emily. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I was in third place, Tina’s slave was second and Melissa’s slave was first. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Melissa took Emily’s slave by the balls, literally, and dragged him across the floor to the stairs, all the way up the stairs, slowly and to a bedroom. All the while we could hear his screams, and laughter from the other mistresses. Melissa’s cruelty surprised me, she had always seemed so nice and not the type to drag a guy by the balls all the way up the stairs. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Emily said “I can’t wait for my turn, I just hope Melissa isn’t too rough on him. It’s no fun busting balls when the boy’s already passed out.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Kelly said “Jeff, pick a mistress to torture you.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Melissa.” I said un-hesitantly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Sorry Jeff, she seems to be busy at the moment.” She said just as we could all hear screams from the upstairs bedroom. “You’ll have to pick between Emily and Tina.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I looked at Tina in her green tank top and jeans and said “I’m gonna make your balls boil. They’re gonna be a nice black when I’m through with them.” She finished, putting her thumbs in her pockets. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I looked at Emily with a tight black shirt on. It buttoned down halfway and all the buttons were open, leaving her abundant cleavage quite obvious. “I just want to play with his plums.” Emily said, biting her lip and making squeezing motions with her hands. “I bet they’re nice and squishy too.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">How was I supposed to choose?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">Chapter 5 </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Kelly rolled her eyes “Will you just pick one already!” She said impatiently. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I don’t know what I was waiting for. The choice wasn’t going to make itself. Maybe I was gambling that the world would end before I had to make a choice. It didn’t seem to be happening anytime soon. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I…don’t know.” I said unsure. I still had no idea who to choose. Tina, on one hand, was familiar. I knew what she was capable of. Or, at least I thought I knew was she was capable of. After all the teasing I had been through these past few days I don’t know how I’d be able to handle Tina’s hands on my cock. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Emily, on the other hand, was a nightmare. Listening to the story of her didn’t just scare me, it made me wish I didn’t have a pair of balls while I still lived on the same planet that she did. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Kelly took my balls firmly in her hands and squeezed, causing marginal pain “Pick one.” She said sternly and impatiently. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">There was no reason to my response, at least not a conscious one. I blurted out the first girl that came to mind. Maybe it was her cheeriness that made me less afraid, or the fact that I didn’t have to suffer unimaginable pain but I uttered “Tina” in a high-pitched voice as Kelly clamped my balls. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Emily looked disappointed. Well, no, that’s a lie. I expected her to be disappointed. Her face was that of anger and it didn’t help that Tina had stuck her tongue out at her boldly. I’m sure if Tina had done any more to entice Emily, she would have nailed me in the balls right then and there. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Kelly took my key and gave it to Tina. She put it around her neck and down her tank top, between her breasts. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Tina took me by the arm giddily and pulled me towards the bedroom I was in before with her. As she pulled me I looked back. No one else noticed but me, but Emily mouthed the words “I’ll get you” as I was pulled away. My erection went down in fear, I think I made the wrong choice. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Tina put me on the bed and put my head on the pillow, just as before. I looked at her chest, where the key would be. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She giggled warmly. “You really like breasts don’t you?” She asked openly. “You’re always staring at one us, it’s so funny.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I…don’t…I” I mumbled. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oh don’t worry, we don’t mind. Or at least I don’t. I love the attention from horny boys like you.” She took my balls in her hand. “Especially when I know the more you look at me, the hornier you get and the more achy your balls get.” She said smiling. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I groaned out as she gave my balls a light squeeze. She was absolutely right. Looking at Tina’s breasts made my cock harden and I could feel my balls filling up, and yet I couldn’t look away, no matter how much I tried. It was a catch-22 of the most painful sort. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“What’s even better about horny boys like you who can’t keep their eyes off of sexy girls like us? You can’t do a thing about it whole you’re still in this cage. We can be all pretty and sexy and we don’t have to worry about you giving into your disgusting habit. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Let’s get you out of this stuffy cage, ok?” She said thoughtfully. She moved over and sat on my thighs with spread legs. She purposely bent over so that I could look down her cleavage as she slowly pulled the key out of it. I shuttered as I watched the key slide against her breasts and over her head. She stayed bent over as she unlocked my cage and let my cock flop out, already growing to erection from its semi-hard state. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“You must hate this thing huh?” She said, discarding the cage over the side of the bed with a ‘thunk.’ “I hate them as much as you do, really. Flaccid cocks just don’t appeal to me, I just love the look of a red, aching stiffy that throbs when you touch it… and even when you don’t.” She added with a giggle. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">An odd silence fell across the room as we both watched my cock enlarge. It started, as erect as the cage allowed it to be, hanging over my balls, and began to grow larger as I started down Tina’s cleavage. Tina’s hands supported her body on either side of my pelvis. Her face was right above my cock and it gave her an excellent top-down view of my growing erection. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">My cock ran alongside my right thigh, ever-stiffening. It slid up my thigh and onto my stomach, almost full-size. My cock, now pointing right at me, twitched and grew rigid. A drop of precum leaked out of the head. My cock finally held still and Tina smiled. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I love watching that. A horny cock like yours getting all stiff for me, it’s such a turn-on!” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Tina took my cock in her hand and caressed it, feeling how hard it was. She smiled as she gripped and squeezed, obviously pleased with its size and density. As she stroked, drops of precum leaked out of its head. Tina smiled. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into. I don’t really yield much mercy to my toys.” She stated casually. I think she meant to say “boys.” She saw the look of terror in my eyes and backtracked “Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’m not like the other girls. I’m not looking to cause you a lot of pain, I just like making horny boys like you even hornier and desperate, and if that involves you crying and screaming with achy blueballs…well there’s nothing I can do about that.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">It wasn’t very reassuring but I did get the feeling that Tina wasn’t all that bad. She didn’t seem to want to harm me but at the same time I doubted that she cared. I doubted even more that she would hesitate to cause me pain if I got out of line. All in all, she seemed like she just wanted to have a bit of fun despite the painful consequences. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Her amazing hands got to work on my aching cock. Suffering through the contest did a lot more than cause me temporary pain. My balls were darker than they had been all week and the pain from the weights still lingered in my loins and stomach. It was an endless cycle. The darker my balls got, the hornier I was and the hornier I was, the darker my balls got and the more pain I felt. What was worse was that I wasn’t just being teased by a girl, being brought to the edge over and over…this was Tina. Her hands felt better than a thousand hands would. She didn’t need lubrication to make my cock feel amazing and her strength and pressure seemed to be directly related to how close I was to cumming. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ahhhh…arghhhh.” It was the sound of me screaming in pain. She had brought me to the very edge. And when I say the very edge, I don’t mean the feeling that you know you’re going to cum, I mean the very edge. The feeling that you are cumming, but you’re really not. I felt the stimulation arise and bubble and then it slowly drift away, but not for long. She gave me another loose stroke to replace the feeling inside me. Every time she did so, another huger load of preucm shot out and landed on my chest. Soon, so much precum was on my chest it began flowing down and covering my torso with a thin layer of clear liquid. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">One of her hands reached down and tugged my balls downward. Unlike the other mistresses, she didn’t squeeze, something that I was silently happy about. The tug of my taught, firm balls gave my cock an unbelievable ache. It wasn’t pain like getting kicked in the nuts, it was a throbbing twinge. My whole body twitched and shuddered at the feeling. She finally set my cock down. She was still sitting on my thighs and looking over me as she said, in amazement “Your balls are getting really dark.” I groaned out in pain, my body still shuddered. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“You must be really desperate to cum huh?” She said, taking a hold of my balls and rolling them around, and action that sent more drops of precum out of my cock. “I wonder what you would do to cum…how much ballbusting you’d take, how much embarrassment you’d endure just to feel a few seconds of pleasure?” She asked, bringing me to the very edge, reinforcing how desperate I truly was. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“That’s what I love about boys like you; I know you’d do anything for it, something so simple, all I’d have to do is give you one more touch, one more flick of your head and you’d explode all over yourself. I know you’d love it too, it would be the best orgasm in your life! You’d moan in pleasure and shutter in satisfaction and all it would take is one touch…” Her hands stroked and stroked until I was at the very edge, exactly one touch away. She smiled smartly at me, fully in control of my cock. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She giggled a bit, gave my cock a quick stroke and laughed out loud as a load of precum shot out of my cock. “You’re a lot of fun to play with, you know that?” She said, giving my shaft a break and massaged my balls. “I’ve never seen so much precum in my life and you’re just so desperate for release, it’s just so much fun.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I’m glad she was enjoying herself. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I raised my head to look at my balls. Her hands were still rolling them around. My face scrunched and I collapsed back to a horizontal position. Tina laughed. “Concerned? Don’t worry, my slave’s balls have been darker than this before, I can’t say if it’s very healthy or not though, especially when they’re this dark.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I moaned out. She didn’t care one way or the other what happened to me and my balls. If they exploded, I’m sure she would laugh. The idea of my balls exploding, I knew was preposterous, but it sure didn’t feel that way! </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She gave me more strokes on my cock, loose enough so I could barely feel them. My balls, tight as ever, were pulled to the bottom of my sack. The motion made my entire body shudder as I felt my balls boil with ache. She laughed at my shaking body and stood my cock straight up with her right hand. My cock was covered in precum and it dripped down the shaft slowly. She blew on it. The cold sensation on my sensitive glands made my body shake again to a greater extent. She pointed my cock to a 45 degree angle and gave my cock-head the sensations to make me blow out a huge load of precum landing all over my chest. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She laughed. “That’s just so much precum.” She said in astonishment. You’re amazing! I wish I could play with you all day.” For some reason I didn’t share her opinion. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She let my cock drop to my chest in a pool of precum. “Our times about up Jeff.” She said solemnly. “Don’t worry though, I’ll see you next weekend and of course in school.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I hoped I’d never see her again. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ok, now I need you soft.” She said quickly. “I’m not really into squeezing your balls…but I know someone who iiiiisss.” She said melodically. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">No, not her. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I think Emily would like to come up here and make you soft. How would you like that?” She asked, teasingly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“No…anyone but her!” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Aww, you don’t like Emily? I think she likes you. Even after you picked me over her, I think she’d still forgive you enough to smack your balls around.” She said with an evil smile. “I even bet she’d be nice enough to kick you in the balls a few times if you asked her politely.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“No, you can’t, not Emily!” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I felt the cage go over my cock and click. What? </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She began giggling. “Aww, that was mean wasn’t it? Scaring you into thinking big bad Emily was coming to get you. I was just trying to make you soft; I think the thoughts of Emily’s foot to your balls really did the trick huh?” She said, still laughing. I had no idea what to say. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“See Jeff, I’m not cruel, I just like to have a little fun. Otherwise I’d just squeeze your balls to get you soft like the others.” For as much as I loathed every girl in this horrible contest, she was right. If I had known Tina outside of this ordeal, she would have made a good friend. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Now comeon, Kelly must be waiting for you.” </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oh hey Jeff.” It was Kelly’s voice as Tina and I came down from the stairs. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oooh…” Kelly began. “Looks like Tina did a good job on your balls.” She said, commenting on my dark sack. Tina blushed a bit, not one to brag about her work. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Emily’s slave lay in the fetal position under Emily and Melissa. They were both talking with Kelly. I pitied Emily’s slave. Busted by two mistresses in a row and one of them was Emily. I vowed never to get 4th place. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Melissa spoke this time. “Wow, they are dark. Tina, how do you do it?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She smiled and shrugged, modest as always. “I guess it’s just lots of practice.” She said, looking back at her own slave. All of the mistresses laughed. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Well I guess it’s time to go.” Kelly said, putting my clothes back on. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The rest of the mistresses said farewell to each other, bringing their slaves with them. As Kelly and I got into the car, I could have sworn there was still a look of disdain on Emily’s face for me. I was afraid of what she was capable of. I couldn’t avoid her forever. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">But I put that aside as We both sat down in the car. The sun had set and darkness covered the sky. The clock read <st1:time hour="9" minute="16" st="on">9:16</st1:time>, I guess time flies when you’re having fun…or being had fun with. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Kelly jostled me. “Hey are you listening to me?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Huh? Sorry, I was deep in thought.” I said as she furrowed her brow. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I said, what did you think of it?” She repeated. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I had no idea what to say. If I said I liked it, well that would just be a plain lie. I didn’t want to say I didn’t like it, because I’m sure she’d go out of her way to find a reason to punish me for my negative attitude. She had a knack for difficult questions and there was no doubt in my mind she enjoyed watching me sweat. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“It was frustrating.” I said, my pitiful attempt at humor. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She laughed, although I’m sure it was more at me than what I had said. “Which girl do you think was the hottest?” She asked and then followed up with “And I want you to be completely honest.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“You.” I said quickly. The answer seemed pretty obvious to me and anyone else who’d be put in my situation. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Haha, you’re such a bad liar, you know that? Don’t worry I know I forced you into that one, I won’t punish you for lying this time.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The fact was, I didn’t lie. She was by far the hottest there. I think Kelly knew I was telling the truth too but I wasn’t sure. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She started the car, turned up the radio and drove home. And to think, this was only the beginning of the night. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She pulled into her driveway next to a black sedan. The other car worried me. I didn’t feel like meeting anyone else tonight, especially not while I was wearing my skimpy attire, bike shorts and a tight T-shirt. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Yet, despite my silent objections, I followed her into her house, worried of what was inside. She fiddled with her keys and unlocked the door to an empty living room. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Mom, I’m hoooome!” She yelled, putting her keys on a sidetable. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Hey honey, you’re home early.” The voice said from another room. A few seconds passed and footsteps echoed throughout the house. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">When I pictured Kelly’s mom, I had a general idea of a “hip” mom, one that was cool and up with the times. Maybe a little flashy in dressing but not at all like the woman standing in front of me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Who’s this?” Kelly’s mom asked. As she had walked through the doorway she had quickly pulled on a shirt over her bra, not expecting any company I had supposed. She looked to be in her late thirties and wore sweat pants from a college I didn’t recognize. All of that was unimportant to me at the moment. My mind glanced over her apparel and focused on her enormous breasts. They definitely ran in the family. They were larger than Kelly’s, which was to be expected and she didn’t seem to be covering them up very well. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Any normal person would have raised an eyebrow at our situation. I was wearing a tight T-shirt and bike shorts with a bulge from the cage. Kelly still had her black outfit on and the key around her neck and her mom wore a tight red T-shirt that didn’t cover her bra very well. I was transfixed on her cleavage as it flowed out of the top of her shirt. It was truly amazing, I had never seen such incredible breasts. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“This is Jeff.” Kelly said. “I met him on Wednesday.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“So this is the boy I’ve heard so much about.” She said. Uh-oh I thought to myself. “I finally get to meet you.” She put her hand out. “You can call me Gina if you’d like, I’m not into the Ms Gaden thing.” At least I was right about her being hip. I was afraid about what I didn’t know about her. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I stuck out my hand and shook hers. She made a point of bending over to give me a view down her shirt. Under normal circumstances, I would have been put off by that. After spending time with Kelly, I was surprised by much anymore. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“It’s nice to meet you too.” I said politely. She smiled at my remark. Or maybe she smiled because I was still staring at her breasts, I wasn’t sure. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Did I interrupt you?” Kelly asked. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“No, not at all, I think he needs a break anyway.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I felt like saying something but decided against it. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">They continued talking about things, catching up and whatever it is girls and their moms talk about. I tuned out their conversation and let my imagination travel to sexual daydreams. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“He doesn’t know about him.” Kelly said whispering. It was unnecessary since I could hear her anyway but she said it in a way like I shouldn’t know. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“You haven’t told him?” Her mother asked. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I haven’t told him anything yet.” Great, more things I didn’t know and everything I didn’t know scared me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Well I’ll go get him then.” She said happily and walked back towards the bedroom. In a few seconds I heard a noise that drained the blood from my body. The noise of a male screaming in pain, a terrible, terrible pain. Kelly’s expression didn’t change but I’m sure my face went a pale white. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">After the screaming stopped and a few moments went by, her mother came through the door and behind her was a limping man in his late thirties. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Gina announced “This is Steve…Steve, Jeff, Jeff, Steve.” She rattled out quickly introducing us. Steve didn’t move, he was kneeling in pain with his hands cuffed behind him. He wore a pair of boxer-shorts and a button down shirt worn like a jacket, open-buttoned and hanging loosely on his body. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Don’t be rude Steve.” She yelled to the man in a harsh tone. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">He grumbled, something that I assumed was ‘nice to meet you’, or words to that effect. I responded with the same grumble, in the same tone. We probably had a lot in common, or at least, we were in the same situation. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Gina literally dragged him back to the bedroom and shut the door. I couldn’t hear any more noise after that. Once again, anyone in any other circumstances would have found that to be very odd. It didn’t surprise me one bit. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Kelly smiled and took me by the hand to her bedroom. We sat next to each other on the bed. Kelly put her arm around me and pressed her body against me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“You were a really good boy tonight, you know that?” She said sweetly. “I was really impressed, you didn’t do anything to get yourself punished…and you even got 3rd place! That’s very good for your first competition.” She finished, smiling with pride. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Thanks.” I said uneasily. Even though she was complimenting me on doing a good job at being tortured, I still felt the satisfaction of winning. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“And don’t worry about getting 3rd place, you’ll get better.” She reassured. She reached into my shorts and gave my balls a little squeeze. “And these will be able to take a lot more pain after more practice.” She said giggling. “You did so well for your first time I think you deserve a little reward.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Now you’d think I’d learn, but at the state I was in, no amount of common sense would have made me realize my hopelessness. I gave a big smile and tried to say something only to be cut off. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“No silly! I’m not going to let you cum! But I will give you the chance to be a big boy for awhile.” She said jokingly, as if my orgasm was a toy I wanted from aisle 3. “I’m going to take your cage off, without handcuffing you. But I need you to promise me you can control yourself and keep your hands off of your desperate, aching cock.” She said seriously, looking into my eyes. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Yeah I can.” I said with false confidence. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She smiled with amusement. She pulled off my shorts and T-shirt. She took the key off of her neck and unlocked my cage, slipping it off. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I put my hands behind me on the bed to support my body. My cock grew hard as I thought about Kelly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Hang on, before we start, I’m going to change into something more casual. I love being the sexy bitch who gives you blueballs, but we are going out, and I don’t always want to be the bitch.” She stood up and walked to her dresser. “But of course I still want to give you blueballs!” She added, laughing. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She opened the drawer and took off her swooping black top and slipped off her skirt. She was still wearing her black bra and panties. Two loads of precum shot out of my erect cock and landed on my stomach. She turned her head. “Did you just precum?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I hung my head in embarrassment. “Those hands are getting awfully close to your cock, Jeff.” I looked down, my hands were hovering over my thighs as my cock twitched. I took my hands away quickly, obeying her. She smiled at my obedience and turned away from me, facing the drawer. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Don’t touch yourself” She said melodically. “I know it must be tough, especially when I bet this is one of your fantasies. Me taking off my clothes in front of you, maybe we’ll have sex later, or I’ll give you a blowjob…sound familiar?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">It sounded very familiar, an uncanny resemblance to...I was going to kill Melissa. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Yeah Melissa told me allll about it. You have quite the imagination, I must say.” She was referring to the secrets of my sexual thoughts that I had confessed to Melissa. Secrets I trusted would never escape her lips. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She pulled a pink shirt over herself and a white skirt over her legs. She walked back towards me. Her white shirt opened at the top, where it would normally be buttoned. Her giant bust wouldn’t allow her shirt to be fully buttoned even if she tried. Of course her cleavage was extremely evident. Another load of precum leaked out as she got closer. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“How often did you fantasize about me?” She asked seductively, leaning against me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I don’t know, I don’t think can re-” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Melissa tells me you fantasize about me every night.” She said, laughing out loud. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Well…I” I stuttered. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“And even sometimes in the morning when you take your shower.” She moaned out, brushing her hand against my stiff cock. “I can just imagine you jacking off to me at night. The best part is, I can seduce you all I want and I know you can’t do anything naughty about it.” She said laughing. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She continued “…tell me something, did you ever yell out my name?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I had done it more times than I’d like to admit. “You’re so perverted I bet you yelled out a lot more than that about me, hehe.” My face turned red. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She saw my embarrassment and said “Oh, comeon Jeff, I’m just teasing you.” She laughed “I mean…I’m just ‘kidding.’” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Hey! Get those hands away from there!” She grabbed my wrists, getting ever-nearer to my cock, and pushed them on the bed. “Maybe I need to handcuff you…and to think I was so close to letting you feel me up.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“No! I can control myself please!” I begged. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Well…you were a good boy before, I guess I’ll give you another chance, you know what I’ll do to you if you try to get yourself off right?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I didn’t want to know. Despite that I knew she would enjoy telling me just from the fantasy of it. “Well you know I can’t have a disobedient slave right? And if you can’t control yourself, I mean, why should you be allowed to ever cum again? And if you can’t cum ever again, you probably wouldn’t mind losing your balls would you?” My cock had wilted from fear. There was no telling what she was capable off. I reminisced to the story of how she popped a poor boy’s balls just for getting fourth place in the contest. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She noticed my softening cock “Oh I’m scaring you aren’t I? I’m sorry, just promise not to touch yourself ok?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">There was no way I couldn’t promise her that. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ok good” She said. “You’re such a sweet guy, you know that? I’m so lucky to have you.” She gave me a small peck on my lips and moved to a full kiss, rubbing her hands on my naked chest. I kissed her back and moved my hands to the sides of her stomach. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Our tongues caressed themselves as we dove into the heat of passion. I had to admit, she was one hell of a kisser. Her hands ran up and down my chest and over my back. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Are you still nervous with me?” She whispered into my ear. She was referring to my hand placement, they were temptingly close to her breasts but were not touching them. “I’m your girlfriend…Jeff” She said impatiently, stating an obvious fact. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">My hands trembled for a moment and reached over to be placed on her large, firm breasts. Without the cock cage on, I was able to be fully aroused. Being teased and denied since Wednesday made her breasts feel like a slice of heaven. I had almost forgot what they had felt like since our first date but the memories came rushing back as I rolled them around in my hand. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I could tell she was enjoying herself. I suppose I was wrong about her. Kelly wasn’t all about torturing me, she wasn’t just a dominating bitch like I had made her out to be in my mind. She was a romantic, passionate woman too, well capable of doing everything a normal couple would do together. The way she made out with me felt as if it was second nature to her. The way her hands moved across my body felt like those of a passionate angel but her firm grip on my muscles reminded me of a seductive Devil. Her hands began touching my thighs, rubbing them up and down. Although I felt my balls ache and my cock throb and twitch, the pain seemed to be whisked away by her comforting moans. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I reached down to where her shirt met the waistline of her skirt. I took both of my hands under the fabric and brought my hands to her bra. I felt her lips smile as I continually kissed her. They felt even better without the impedance of her shirt. Her bra made them feel incredibly firm as I fondled her breasts. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I felt her hands on my upper arms push on me. We slowly descended as I lay my back on the bed, and she on top of me. She pushed on the bed to put herself upright, taking my hands to either side of me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She smiled at me and pulled her shirt over her head. I could feel a drop of precum leak out of my cock as it hit my stomach. The only thing stopping me from her amazing breasts was the tiny, black bra jiggling as the shirt uplifted. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She took her hands to her own breasts and pushed them up and played with them erotically. My body felt frozen like burning ice. My hands were paralyzed to either side of me as I stared at the magnificent beauty above me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She supported herself by putting her hands on my shoulders and bending forward. There was nothing covering her cleavage, I got a straight look down her bra which sent shivers down my spine and covered my stomach with fluid. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She was giggling. “What’s so funny?” I asked. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I just realized something, you’ve never seen me naked, you know that? I’ve seen you buck-naked for the past few days in quite a few embarrassing moments but you haven’t even seen me without my bra.” She said, snickering. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She pushed against my shoulders and went back to her upright position. “Now all I have to decide is whether or not you deserve to see them…” She whispered softly, almost too quiet to hear. “I’d bet you’d really like to see them huh?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I spoke with a dry mouth “Yes, please…more than anything.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She smiled, “You mean even more than an orgasm?” She said with a wry smile. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">My mind spun around for a few moments trying to find my way out of this one. “No, wait I meant…” I started but realized I hadn’t thought my words out any further than that. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“You mean you’d rather have an orgasm, if you had the choice?” She asked with a crooked eyebrow. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Yes, that’s what I meant.” I said confidently. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She looked back at my throbbing cock, now surrounded in precum, both dry and wet and looked back to me. “Well, since I won’t be giving you an orgasm any time soon, I guess you’ll just have to imagine what my breasts look like.” She smiled as she said it, watching my face droop. “That shouldn’t be a problem though, I’m sure you’ve had lots of practice.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“No, Kelly…I…” I said, muttering. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“What? You’d rather see my breasts now and give up an orgasm forever?” She asked with a fake sense of wonder. “Well if that’s what you want…” She trailed off, reaching around to unclip her bra. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“No!” I yelled out immediately at my fleeting chance of release “I…” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She laughed out loud and put a finger to my lips after she re-clipped her bra. “I’m being mean to you again aren’t I?” She said with pouty lips. “Especially after you’ve been such a good boy.” She stated, stroking my cheek in a comforting fashion. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Seriously though.” Kelly began “You have been very good. This evening you really impressed me and the other girls and right now, you’re showing a lot of self-control. If you wanted to, you could bring yourself to orgasm right now.” She reminded me, it seemed like she was going to point that out as much as she could, challenging me. “So don’t worry Jeff, I’ll let you see what you’ve been transfixed on for the past few days.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I exhaled in happiness and almost jumped up and down with glee. She reached behind her slowly as I heard the snap of each hook coming undone. Her head turned down to her left and she bit her lip. With each clasp, a felt my balls tighten, anticipating the removal of her bra. She brought her hands back to her chest and held the fabric of the garment loosely to her body. She looked at me and smiled, with what I detected was a hint of embarrassment. I didn’t blame her. I was sure she was used to a lot of attention to her chest from the guys at school. I know I, personally, hadn’t stopped staring at her since the first day of school and I was sure she was well aware of my obsession. Therefore, showing me the one thing I had longed for the most would understandably make her cheeks glow red. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She cupped her breasts through the fabric and shot me a seductive look, biting her lip. She enjoyed prolonging the moment and watched every reaction I made. She looked over her shoulder at my precumming cock as if she couldn’t have guessed that it was erupting out of frustration. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Her next move was completely unexpected. She tossed the bra forward like she was passing a basketball. The black bra shrouded my face as it landed on my eyes. So many things went through my mind at once. First of all was surprise. She went from seductive, slow movements to a toss that caught me off guard. Then, frustration, I was so close to seeing her naked breasts and now they were right in front of me yet all I could see was a blurry figure through the sheer bra. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">After the initial shock I took my frozen arms and reached for the bra to pull it off my face. I wasn’t fast enough. I felt my wrists taken a hold of and pushed to either side of me. After I struggled against her surprising strength I tried to shake the bra from my face which brought laughter from Kelly. As the bra flew off my face the only thing I saw was Kelly’s face as she gave me a kiss. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Kelly…please!” I begged. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“You promise to keeps your hands where they are?” She demanded. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Yes, I will!” I was ready to do anything for her and she knew it. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She slowly let the pressure off of my wrists and put one hand on my eyes. She went back to an upright position. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Please Kelly.” I repeated, desperate. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Are you picturing what I look like right now, Jeff? I’m completely naked from the waist up.” She bent back down to give me a kiss and lingered long enough so I could really feel her breasts against my chest. Her nipples were erect and her breasts felt amazingly firm against me. I felt my cock unload precum all over myself. My balls felt incredibly tight in my sack. My breathing grew quick and hoarse as I felt the passion run through my body. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Keep your eyes shut.” She whispered as I felt her warm breath on my lips. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She took her hand away slowly, making sure my eyes were shut. I was so close I didn’t want to botch my chances of seeing her naked. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She put her hands on either side of my stomach and waited, watching my face contort. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ok Jeff…you can look now.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">My eyes shot open and focused on her naked breasts. They were amazing! They were better than I had pictured, better than anything I had ever seen before. They stood firm and her nipples stood out as if drawing my eyes to her. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Immediately my body shuddered and shook as if ice cubes had been dumped all over it. My cock trembled and my balls felt like they were about to explode. Loads of precum launched from my cock as I quivered under her weight. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Her expression didn’t change from her wry smile as she watched me shake. After a few moments she looked back with wide eyes at the load of precum I had produced, a quantity I could only guess at. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Normally, I would have felt like I had been kicked in the nuts. The effect of hours of teasing was equaled to the effect her breasts had on my eyes. I’m sure my balls turned several shades darker. Yet, somehow, I didn’t feel pain. My whole body felt numb as it tingled all over. I was drunk on her, intoxicated with her persona and captivated by her sensuality. Precum continued to escape from my cock but I couldn’t tell you how much. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Her hands danced on my chest as she bent in for another kiss. My lips were still, I was too stunned to kiss back. She didn’t seem to mind as her body made humping motions on my chest. She scooted forward and pressed her breasts against my face. She knew me better than I knew myself. She held my hands down. It was a necessity because right then, I lifted my hands to bring myself to orgasm, a subconscious move I couldn’t stop myself from if I had tried with all my might. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Her breasts felt incredible on my face. And better yet was the feeling of her body rubbing itself across mine. She was incredibly horny. She took a free hand and took it down her panties, touching herself. She remedied my self-control problem by putting both my hands on her breasts. I couldn’t give you a rational reason, but my hands were glued to her breasts, fondling them with all my strength, effectively keeping me from touching myself. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She moaned out as I felt her body hump mine faster. Her warm panties against my chest made me shudder in pleasure. Her motions became faster and more forceful. She moaned out with built-up pleasure and continued to hump me throughout her orgasm and afterwards. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Her thrusts became slower as she relaxed and let the pleasure coarse through her body. She shut her eyes and absorbed the after-effects of her orgasm. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She literally had to peel my hands off of her breasts. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“That was amazing Jeff! That felt…soooooo good. You make me so horny I can’t stand it!” She exclaimed. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She collapsed on my chest and wrapped her arms around me, squeezing me. I put mine across her back and massaged her. She kissed me again and again. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She seemed to be resting on me forever until I eventually realized she had fallen asleep out of sexual pleasure. I felt my eyes grow heavy as darkness covered my vision and I had fallen asleep.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">Chapter 6 </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">My eyelids parted slowly. It took me a few moments to gain consciousness as if I had awoken from a wonderful dream. Last night felt like I had been at an all-night party and I was feeling the effects of it in the morning. I had gotten drunk on the lust that we had shared and I had overdosed on pleasure. My balls were undergoing their own form of a hangover and I didn’t think a cold shower was going to help this one. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I expected Kelly to still be on top of me but she wasn’t. I supposed I couldn’t really expect anything from her. What was worse was that she was nowhere to be found, I assumed she had left the room for breakfast or something. I lurched forward to a sitting position but was tossed back to the bed. I was restrained to the bedposts with metal handcuffs. My legs were tied to the bed with thick rope as well. Great. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I looked down at my cock, it was rock hard and desperate for attention. I squirmed out of frustration and exhaled roughly to finally let my body relax in defeat. At least when my cage was on I didn’t feel this overwhelming craving for contact. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Maybe Kelly only left for a short while. If that was true then why would she have tied me down? My situation was perplexing. I looked over to the nightstand, the digital clock read <st1:time hour="11" minute="32" st="on">11:32</st1:time> in large red numbers. I exhaled, I had slept a very long time and there was no telling when Kelly would have left the room. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The door creaked open slowly. Good. Kelly’s back, I thought optimistically. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Even though I was tied spread-eagle to the bed and completely naked I still tried to cover myself. It was probably funny for anyone to watch as I squirmed a bit, forgetting that my limbs were still tied down. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">My hairs stood on-end when I saw the figure move through the door. It was Mrs. Gaden! I struggled against the restraints. I did not want to be in the same room as her alone. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Well hello Jeff, I’m glad we will have a chance to formally meet. I’m sorry that I was so rushed before.” She said politely moving over to the side of the bed. Her attitude didn’t suggest that my nudity had any affect on her. Nor did my aching, rock hard cock for that matter. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Of course I tried to get my cock to calm down but with the way she was dressed, there was no way I was going to be soft. Although she must have been in her late thirties to have been the mother of Kelly, she seemed like she was in her twenties. A youthful Spanish-based complexion was emphasized by her thick eyebrows other women would kill to have. Her body wasn’t that of a cheerleader but it could be described as “trim” especially compared to what I was focused on right now. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Her breasts were that of a goddess’s. They were enormous and they jiggled with every step she took. If I was a tad bit hornier I knew I would have shot out a load of precum when she first walked through the door. Fortunately for my embarrassment’s sake I didn’t. I knew it was going to happen soon, however, as I felt my cock begin to stir at the stimulation. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">In my state of arousal it was impossible not to stare at her breasts. I didn’t care what impression I gave to her, I couldn’t stop myself no matter how hard I tried. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Even so, she didn’t seem to care as if I was doing nothing out of the ordinary. Then again, nothing since I had met Kelly had been “ordinary.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Mrs. Gaden sat next to me on the bed and turned to her right to look at me. “So how long have you known Kelly?” She asked. My eyes were still on her breasts as she breathed in and out. I said “Since last Wednesday, that was our first date.” I responded with a shaky voice. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She smiled. “She really seems to like you…” She began. Her eyes moved toward my cock and balls, both of which were still dark colors despite the time they had to recover. “…a lot.” She continued with a laugh. “She usually doesn’t bring a boy home until after a few dates.” She stated. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Well I think she needed me ready for the contest on Saturday.” I responded. What was I saying!? My tone of voice was as if it was a common idea for me. As if all girls dated guys in this fashion, imprisoning them and using them for their own pleasure. I was becoming des-sensitized to this entire ordeal. At this rate, in a week, I’m sure not having blueballs would seem odd to me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“That makes sense.” She responded. “But trust me, she definitely sees something in you. To be frank, most guys don’t get blueballs from her until a week after they start dating her.” She said in a calm tone. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I guess…” I responded. She set her hand down on my thigh casually. The motion made me jump a bit. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“What do you think of her?” She asked, rubbing her hand up my thigh. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I really like her a lot.” I said. Her hand squeezed slightly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I bet. You don’t have to hide anything from me Jeff. You can tell me anything and it won’t leave this room.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“But I mean it.” I said weakly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She brushed her brown hair off the side of her head. “You mean to tell me you enjoy being teased like this?” She asked with a crooked eyebrow. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Well…I…” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“And you mean to tell me—“ She let her hand rest on my balls, something I had no idea how to react to. “—that you enjoy that awful aching pain in your balls, let alone any physical pain that she’s given you.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Well…I mean…I…” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I think I know what you mean. You think I’m going to tell Kelly what you’re saying to me. You don’t have to worry. I won’t, I just want to hear what you think, that’s all.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She was the first person I had ever been in that situation with since Wednesday. Every person I knew was involved somehow with Kelly, even my best friend, Melissa. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Well to be honest I hate this. My balls are killing me and I don’t think I’m ever going to get any relief.” I confessed. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Aww, you poor thing.” She said, massaging my balls. “These must ache terribly, don’t they?” She asked sympathetically. “But you know what’s probably making them feel awful?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“What?” I asked with cringed eyes as I felt her hands roll my aching balls around menacingly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“The fact that you’ve been staring at my breasts since I walked in here.” She answered with a superior smile. I adverted my eyes. “Sorry.” I mumbled. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“No it’s all right, you can look at them. Trust me I’m used to it, plus I know there’s no way I could stop you even if I wanted to.” She said teasingly, still rolling my balls around. The stimulation was bringing my groin back to the awful state it had been last night. Her hand gave me two quick strokes and then went back to my balls. The stimulation brought me to the edge. My torso shot up in pain as the blueballs set in. Mrs. Gaden only laughed at me and continued her torture. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Hurts doesn’t it?” She asked with a sense of sensuality. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ughhhh, yes.” I moaned out in pain as I felt my balls begin to boil. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Mmmm, how about now?” I felt my stomach crunch and my teeth grit as her hand clamped my balls and squeezed the life out of them. I screamed in pain at the unexpected clamp and squirmed at my restraints to get free. Her hand slowly let loose and went back to my cock to give me pity strokes. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Awww, did I hurt your poor little balls?” She gave me a stinging swat which made my body lurch into the air. “Your sensitive blueballs must be in so much pain right now huh?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ahhhh, yes!” I screamed. She gave me another slap making me scream louder than before. She seemed to have a knack for delivering just the right amount of pain to make my body feel more terrible every time she struck. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She stopped at her 15th stroke. I begged her to stop and she ignored me. She took my balls roughly in her hand and squeezed hard. I screamed out in pain and wriggled in place. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Why are you doing this to me?” I pleaded, choking on my own words. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">With another slap she said “Oh I’m just having a little fun with you that’s all, now hold still, this one’s gonna hurt.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">My body tensed as I prepared myself for the strike of her hand. Instead it was the voice of Kelly. “Mom!” She yelled. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oh, honey, I didn’t know you would be back so soon.” Mrs. Gaden said, trying to take the blame off of herself. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“You said you wouldn’t touch this one!” Kelly whined. Most teenage girls and their moms argue about curfew or other rules but these two argued over who got to torment me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I just wanted to play with him a little.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“But you promised…” Insisted Kelly. “You remember what happened to the last one.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Mrs. Gaden sighed impatiently. “That was different. I had no idea…” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“It doesn’t matter. He’s mine.” Kelly insisted. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ok, ok.” Her mother started. “You can have him, I’ll keep my hands off of him.” And with that she left the room and shut the door a bit harder than she had to. Kelly rolled her eyes and came over to sit between my legs. She took my soft cock in her hands and started petting it softly as if trying to comfort it. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Despite the immense pain that her mother inflicted, Kelly’s hands felt good against my cock as it grew back to full size. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I’m sorry about that Jeff, your poor balls must really hurt.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I moaned in incoherent agreement. The pain left me speechless and all I could do was groan and squirm in pain. Her mom really went all-out to torture me, her hits seemed to inflict more pain than they should have, although, it could have been a combined effect of the blows and my sensitive blue balls. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“You poor balls, my mom can be really rough on them sometimes.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I moaned out in pain, struggling against the restraints. Kelly rolled my balls around. Normally, the sensation would have felt great but my balls were so sensitive all I could feel was pain. She started to stroke my cock, trying to get me hard again. After a few minutes of strokes that I could barely feel, she took her hands away in frustration from her inability to get me erect. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I think I know what will get you hard again…” She said seductively. She took my soft cock and held it upwards, her body bent at a slight angle which allowed me to see her for the first time since she had walked into the room. She wore a summer yellow tank top with a pair of matching yellow shorts. The top was probably meant to be worn under something as it didn’t really cover anything up. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">My eyes were transfixed on her and the only thing that took them away from her gorgeous cleavage was what she did next. She stroked my cock vertically a few times and then took me into her mouth. My heart skipped a beat as I absorbed what was going on. The pleasure was instant and incredible as flowed through my body. I shuttered and moaned out while coughing. Her mouth was incredibly skilled at the art of pleasure and my body flapped like a fish on dry land as it experienced a piece of heaven. In no time, my cock rose and stiffened in her mouth. As I grew hard, she moaned out and increased both of our pleasure. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I felt my balls start to boil as the pain dissipated. She seemed to be removing the terrible ball-busting pain with expert ease however she was replacing it with a terrible ache as I felt myself reaching the edge. I couldn’t decide what was worse. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I grunted out in pleasure as I felt myself reach the edge. I expected her to take me out of her mouth. Instead, she left me in and slowed her motions. The pleasure remained and increased. I moaned out considerably and twitched and rustled against the restraints. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She kept me right on the edge for what seemed an eternity. I felt like I could cum at any second. I thrusted my hips desperately, at any chance of getting an orgasm. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She took me out of her mouth and gave my balls a little slap. The pain slithered through my body. Normally a playful slap like that would have only made me cringe. After what her mom had done to me, even the slightest touch sent me into tremors. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Stay still.” She said with discipline in her voice and resumed her work. It was nearly impossible to remain motionless as she brought me to the edge again. I was so close I only needed a few good strokes to set me off. Just as I started to move my hips she took me out of her mouth. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“There, that did it, no more pain right?” She asked sympathetically. “And you’re hard, very, very hard. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The pain from her mom was nearly gone, so she was right in that aspect. Yet, it was only replaced by that familiar ache that I don’t think I would ever get used to. I groaned out as she gave me a painful stroke, reminding me what getting blueballs felt like. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Good,” She said happily at my lack of pain. “I can play with you now that you’re hard.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Great I thought to myself. I supposed it was better than being stuck with her mother. It was like being taken out of the frying pan and into the fire. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She almost immediately started stroking me after taking me out of her mouth. I was sure she wanted me to stay on the edge as long as possible. She stroked and stroked until a giant load of built-up precum shot from my cock and landed on my stomach. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She let go of my cock and straddled my legs with hers. I got an excellent view of her cleavage as her body relaxed on mine. I could feel precum drip out of my cock and form a pool of liquid underneath the head as it rested on my stomach. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She scooted up my body and put her face against mine. I could feel her firm breasts rub against my stomach and then my chest as her body moved up my chest. She gave me a small kiss on the lips and then continued to use her tongue to manipulate the inside of my mouth. I could feel her fondling her own breasts through her yellow top as she moaned out in pleasure. I struggled against the restraints to get free. I was so close and her lips against mine and the feeling of her warm body close to me was making it extremely difficult to relax. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She took her mouth from mine. She pressed her breasts against my face, making more precum leak out of my cock. Not surprisingly, her breasts felt amazing. I think the fact that I had blueballs made their eroticism that more potent. I felt her slip off her shorts and panties. I could feel the heat around my crotch increase as she pressed her pussy against my thighs. She moaned out “Mmm, Jeff, I’m so horny.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She moved her body up and placed her hips above my head. She lowered herself on me and I felt her warmth on top of me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Mmmm, go ahead Jeff, lick me. I want to cum so bad!” She said making sure to use a mocking tone, using the same voice as I had used many times before. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I was desperate for her and she loved it. I was willing to do anything for her. She groaned out in pleasure and rocked back and forth. I felt her hips motion forward and back as I felt the area get warm. It was the first time I had ever given oral sex to a woman. Although I doubted my lack of skill was going to effect her orgasm. She was so turned on, nothing was going to stop her from feeling that intense pleasure I craved for. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She tasted sweet against my tongue which made my erection throb and grow. She cried out in pleasure and screamed in ecstasy. Her juices filled my face and she took her crotch off of me leisurely. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I felt her reach behind her and tug on my cock, bringing me back to the edge and covering my stomach in my own precum. She pressed her breasts against my face and rubbed her clit to orgasm. I felt her warm liquid mix with my precum on my stomach as it dripped out of her pussy. She rubbed her body and breasts across mine. The feeling of her soft breasts rubbing against my face made me moan out in pleasure and made my cock leak precum like crazy. My balls tightened but were never given that last touch. My cock and balls sat desperate below Kelly, waiting for the pleasure that would never each them. Only a few inches away was Kelly bringing herself to the second orgasm in a minute while my balls had undergone countless hours of teasing. She repeated her pleasured noises and came again then collapsed on my body in satisfaction and moaned softly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oh, that felt so good Jeff! I came so hard on you.” She said passionately, resting her hands on my outstretched arms and relaxing her body on mine. “It almost makes me feel bad about leaving you with blueballs.” She said with a smile and reaching back to make sure I was still on the edge, which only took a light brush of her hand along my shaft. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She took her hands and supported herself on either side of me. My eyes were still focused directly above me at her dangling breasts. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“How are my balls holding up?” She asked with a smile. Her head bent down and looked under her body at my crotch with a smile. She was getting turned on by the swelling look of my balls and she wasn’t trying to hide it. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“They ache so much Kelly, please….let me cum.” I begged. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She giggled at me and reached under her body, grabbed my cock firmly and brought me back to the edge. The constant stimulation was making my balls dark and painful, which just made Kelly’s arousal even greater. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I was miserable. Here I was handcuffed, outstretched and helpless and Kelly just had two orgasms on top of me. I had to admit however, her body did feel wonderful lying on top of mine. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She gave me a little kiss and stroked me some more, determined that I stayed on the edge. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Kelly…please.” I begged. My body was shaking now, twitching along with my cock. I didn’t know how much more of this I could take. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She placed her index finger across my lips. “Shhh.” She whispered. “Just relax, I know your blueballs ache and your cock’s throbbing but just try to enjoy our time together.” It was easy for her to relax after she had just cum twice. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Her words were soft and melodic but they didn’t do much to comfort me. After she had gotten over her orgasm she sat up next to me on the bed. She stripped herself of her yellow tank top and lay it down on the other side of my body. Normally this is how one of my late-night fantasies starts, except I knew this wouldn’t end the same way. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I managed to look past blurry eyes and then to her magnificent breasts. Precum shot out of my cock again and again as I watched them move slowly up and down along with her breathing. I groaned out in pain. My balls were tightening and becoming darker and her naked body next to me was making it worse. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She blushed a little. This was the first time she was completely naked in front of me. It was the first time she had ever been completely naked around me and even though she was dominant and in control, she still had modesty. I could tell she was a little embarrassed, I was moving my eyes all over her body and every time my eyes reached her nipples I launched a load of precum out. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">A smile went across her face as she watched my eyes and my aching cock. She knew what she was doing to me and she liked it. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I thought I never wanted an orgasm more in my life. In fact I’d be happy with just simple relief. This pain was terrible and it wasn’t showing any signs of getting better. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Kelly put her elbow on my hip and used her other hand to caress my cock. It only took a few strokes to bring me to the edge and make my body shudder in pain. Precum flowed over the sides of my stomach and soaked into the sheets. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She rolled my balls around. A smile went across her face as I was sure she was happy that my balls felt so full and ready to burst. My eyes, fixated on her breasts, noticed that her nipples were very erect. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She took my balls in her hand slowly and began to give them little squeezes. They were so sensitive that every compression felt magnified ten times what it should have been. All of my limbs stretched the handcuffs and rattled the chains. It was an odd scene, to an outside observer, it probably only looked like she was giving my balls a light massage. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Despite the pain, my cock stayed hard and erect. Kelly stopped the squeezing momentarily to bring me back to the bitter edge and then went back to my pleasured torment. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ahhhh.” I yelled out as I felt her hand give my balls a long, drawn out squeeze. She giggled at my pain and increased the pressure. She was finding the whole situation hilarious. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I’m not even squeezing hard Jeff, settle down.” She said. She kept increasing the pressure, it felt like there was a clamp on my balls and there was nothing I could do about it but scream. Tears rolled down my eyes and I whimpered in pain. Kelly rolled my balls around while still keeping the same pressure. I gritted my teeth and shut my eyes and as soon as I felt like I couldn’t take it anymore, she stopped. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Poor thing…” She said offhandedly with fake sympathy. She took her hand back to my cock and ran her finger over the red shaft. She stopped at my purple head and made circles with her finger pad. The effect quickly took me to the edge and made precum spill out like crazy. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Kelly reached off the edge of the bed and took the cock cage in her hand. “Ok I need you to be soft.” She said matter-of-factly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I knew what that meant. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Kelly…wait, no, you-you can’t…my balls they hurt so much!” I pleaded. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Hehe, settle down.” She said comfortingly. “It’ll only hurt for a little bit.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Right. I thought to myself sarcastically. In my state it was going to take twice as much pain to get me soft and I was going to feel it twice as long too. Of course I only had a few seconds to think this over until I felt the first slap. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She had brought her hand back behind her head and then back down on my balls. With good follow-through, she managed to make sweeping motions back and forth to retain momentum by using the backside of her hand on the down-slap. My body lurched upwards and fell back down in pain. She was really getting into it, laughing out loud at each of my screams and moaning out in pleasure at my suffering. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I was in too much pain to beg her to stop; all I could let out were echoing shrieks at each hit. Tears rolled down my face as I felt myself grow soft and even when I was soft she managed to give me 5 more slaps just for good measure. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Completely out of it, I could barely feel the cold plastic cover my cock. My mind swirled at the pain and I didn’t even hear the lock snap. The next thing I could remember was that the clock was an hour later and Kelly had entered the room. I must have really been out of it. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Are you awake yet?” She asked impatiently. I realized the handcuffs were gone as I moved my hands to my throbbing head. A cold washcloth had been placed across my forehead. My balls felt numb and I could still feel a sharp pain swelling deep within them. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Kelly dragged my unresponsive body to a standing position. My legs felt wobbly as she draped my right arm over her shoulders. She led me out the door and into the living room. Her mom and Steve were watching TV and did nothing more than look up at me and then back to the TV. Kelly led me to my car and put me in the back seat. I collapsed and closed my eyes. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Jeff…wake up, you’re home.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I opened my eyes. She was right. I was outside of my house. I looked around. I was at my front door too. I was even dressed. I had no idea when any of this happened. The next thing I remember was me waking up in bed to a door knocking. It was my mom on the other side. “Is everything all right hon? I haven’t seen you all weekend.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I sighed. Everything wasn’t going good at all. It had been almost a week since I had relief, my balls still hurt like all hell and I had no idea what time it was or what had happen or what was going to happen. That’s when I noticed a note on top of me. I picked it up and opened up the folds. There was a list and lots of writing; Kelly had written it. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Hun?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Everything’s fine mom…everything’s fine.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">Chapter 7 </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I unfolded the note. On it was writing neatly written on a piece of pink notebook paper. Any student could easily recognize what I had in my hand. Girls passed these around in class all the time and this specific piece looked no different from any of the others. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Although I doubted the notes girls passed around in class involved this kind of material. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Jeff, </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Hey! If you’re reading this you’ve finally woken up. Your balls probably hurt like hell but they should have gotten numb by now. Anyway I wrote my screename and phone number on the back of this. I want you to call me or IM me around 8. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Also, you’ll probably have the urge to touch yourself really bad. It’s going to be tough in your cage for awhile but it has to be done and I think we both know why! Also, don’t try to touch your balls for awhile, they’re still really sensitive and even a slight nudge is going to hurt. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Love ya xoxoxo </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Kelly </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Next to her signature was a kiss made with lipstick. I turned the paper over to see her number and screename. I made a mental note to call her. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The note was not what I was looking forward to. Everything she said was an understatement. My balls were in a lot of pain and numb didn’t even begin to describe the way they felt. My cock felt needier for attention now than it ever did. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I got to a sitting position. The clock read <st1:time hour="17" minute="45" st="on">5:45pm</st1:time>, my mom was going to be calling me for dinner soon. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Then it hit me. I reached down and took a hold of my cage. My cock was swelling inside and desperate for touch. I rubbed my hands down the plastic curve with rapid motions. The only feeling I had was the plastic running through my fingers. I needed to cum so bad. Hell any feeling would have been fine. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I moaned out loud at my frustration. It was greater than it had ever been in my life. I would have given anything for the slightest touch. I tugged on the cage and tried tearing it open. I began crying and moaning. I needed it right now! </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I rubbed and rubbed as hard as I could. Rationally I knew it would do no good but I couldn’t help myself. Exhausted, I collapsed back on the bed. I could feel my cock pulsing and still aching for a simple touch. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I rolled back and forth in the fetal position and finally just gritted my teeth and tried to wait it out. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Honey?” I heard followed by a knock to the door. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">It was my mom “Yeah?” I answered with a hoarse voice. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Are you ok? You’ve been in there awhile.” She said with concern. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Yeah, I’m fine. I just didn’t get much sleep.” I replied. It was true too. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oh ok…well dinner’s ready.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ok.” I replied quietly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I heard footsteps away from the door and back down stairs. The distraction took my mind off of my cock for a moment. Of course after she left it felt even worse. I got up and tried to make myself presentable. My cage stuck out a bit from my pants but it wasn’t noticeable unless you looked for it. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I went downstairs slowly and tried to compose myself. I was still as desperate as ever and it was only made worse by the fact that I had access to my groin but was closed off by less than a centimeter or plastic. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I sat down at the table. Both my parents were talking about their day and asked me about my weekend. To be honest I can’t remember a thing about the conversation. I was too busy with thoughts of Kelly and my aching balls. After dinner we talked some more and finished talking at about <st1:time hour="19" minute="0" st="on">7:00</st1:time>. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I was excused from the table and I went back to my room. My dad offered to watch a movie with me but I said I was way too tired. It was partly true but I really just didn’t want to be around anyone in my condition. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I sat down in my chair on turned on the computer. It hummed to life as I put my hands behind my head. My Instant Messenger turns on automatically and the first thing I saw were IMs from several people. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Usually I never get any instant messages. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I clicked on the first one. I didn’t know the username. It read “Hey there!” with pink letters. I typed back “hello.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">It turned out to be Kelly. She was glad I was on so early. We talked for awhile. I was surprised the conversation didn’t first go to my condition. She asked me how I was and I replied by asking her the same. Online small talk. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">It was almost as if she forgot about my blueballs. I decided to hint at it. Her words seemed to be a lot happier and upbeat now that we were talking about my suffering. She asked me detailed questions about the degree of the pain and how full they really felt. I was at a loss for words on how to describe such things. I was in more pain than I had ever been in my life. Even the slightest nudge on my balls felt like a strong slap and every moment I was thinking about sex as my cock craved contact. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Kelly just laughed at me when I told her all of this, making sure to remark how wonderful her orgasm had been both times while we were together earlier today. I can’t say I was very happy for her. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I clicked on another window. It was another of my friends asking me about an assignment and when it was due; I answered and minimized the window to read the next. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Are you the one with blueballs?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The window read. I sighed, how many people knew of my condition? I answered with a greeting and inquired how she knew me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She told me she was Kelly’s friend. I went back to Kelly’s IM. She was talking about her day after I had left. I switched back to Kelly’s friend. Her name was Stephanie and I couldn’t recall ever meeting her before. We got to talking and I discovered we had the same lunch period. I didn’t know if this was a good thing or a bad thing. I assumed anything to do with Kelly was a bad thing. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I talked to Kelly some more about her day. She made reference to her breasts a bit too many times to be considered regular conversation. She talked about how she couldn’t decide which bra to wear and then went on about how it was tough to find shirts that fit her. It kept my cock straining against the sides of the cage, and although it made me crave contact more and made my balls ache, I couldn’t help but read everything she sent me with a drooling mouth. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I stayed online for another hour as our messages became further apart and of lesser importance. At about <st1:time hour="8" minute="30" st="on">8:30</st1:time> I felt my eyes become heavy. I told Kelly I was tired and needed to go to bed. She agreed it was kind of late on a Sunday night and said goodbye. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Nighty night, don’t let your balls keep you up all night.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Was the last thing I read before I signed off and went to bed. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I washed my face, put on my pajamas and tucked myself into my sheets. Closing my eyes all I could think of was sex. Usually this would be the time to relieve myself at the end of the night. Not only was I unable to, but the urge was that much stronger. My mind kept focusing on Kelly. It didn’t help for her to tease me online with talk of her breasts as that was all I could think about. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I rolled back and forth, trying to get comfortable. The more I tried to take my mind off of the best cleavage I had ever seen in my life, the more it haunted me. Thoughts of her breasts bouncing in front of my eyes and rolling around in my hands kept my cock stiff in my cage and desperate for release. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I had no concept of time but when I awoke I felt like I hadn’t slept the entire night. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Regardless, I sat on the edge of my bed looking down at my groin. My balls felt fuller and my cock felt all the more desperate. I groaned out softly as I stood up, feeling the ache in my balls magnify. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Adjusting the faucets, I stepped into the shower and let to water run over my body. The water was necessarily frigid and I felt it calm my throbbing cock down. Even with the cold water creating goosebumbs on my body I still remained hard. No matter what I could do I don’t think I was ever going to get completely soft. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I dried myself off and got dressed. I found a loose pair of pants that needed a belt to keep them on and a dark blue shirt. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I ate breakfast alone and got into my car to drive to school. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">My first period was Literature, mostly a boring class with my old teacher droning on and on about the book I blew off reading. My mind unsurprisingly wasn’t focused and I kept staring at all the girls in the class. Fortunately, I sat in the back and was able to ogle all of them without them noticing me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Even the girls I barely gave a second-look to before were now popping out at me and captivating my imagination. I probably stared at this one girl’s breasts for a full five minutes as she wrote down notes from the board. The side-view of her breasts was minimal and I probably wouldn’t have given it a second look before. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I dreaded my math class. No, not because of the material, but because of the teacher, Miss Hart. She was in her early twenties and had a body and face of an angel. All of the guys fantasized about her. She was the focus of many locker-room rants and probably the main topic of many of the boy’s late night thoughts. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">All of which was well deserved as she made no effort to be modest. I didn’t know how she got away with it but she always wore skirts that seemed just a tad too high and shirts that showed every possible curve she had to offer. I wanted to see at just the right angle. Nothing she wore broke any rules as long as she stood the right way around faculty to cover herself. But during class she seemed to walk in a different fashion and move in a seductive way that I had trouble putting my finger on. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">When teachers complain about student’s “not paying attention,” Miss Hart never seemed to have that problem with the male category of the class. Although I doubt any of us were paying attention to the classroom material, we were all very focused on her “material.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She probably knew it too. I assumed she liked all the attention from the younger men as she went about reaching all the way up to the top of the chalkboard to write and frequently dropping things on the ground to pick up. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">It was going to be a tough class. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her for a second as she went about teaching the class. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">When the period was over I couldn’t remember a thing she had said and the hour felt more like five minutes. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Biology was a lab that I couldn’t focus on. Something involving a microscope and a Petri dish. I stared down the lens and instead of seeing cocci bacteria all I could see was Kelly naked in front of me, getting on top of me for oral sex. Obviously, that period seemed to drag on as I ended up copying another person’s data. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Gym was a nightmare. Wearing gym shorts was not good at all with a cage. It protruded out of the fabric all too well and I had to do everything I could to hide it. I’m sure all of the girls in the class thought I had an erection the entire class period. I surmised that even if I wasn’t wearing the cage, the latter would have been the truth. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Speaking of the girls, all of them were driving me crazy. They all wore incredibly short shorts that just barely covered their underwear. Normally such skimpy attire would have gone against school rules but in gym not only could they get away with short shorts but most teachers couldn’t care less. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Not to mention that the girls could wear skimpy tops as well to gym. Despite the rule that everyone had to wear the school gym-uniform, girls found ways around it. Either tying the end of the shirt to make it more form-fitting or wearing a tank-top under it and removing the uniform halfway through class. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Standing in line to bat next to a scantly-clad young woman was not the best thing for me. I kept looking over to her and at her breasts. I’m sure she noticed and my face turned red as she crossed her arms over her breasts to block my eyes. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Watching the girls run around the bases was tough. Their long legs and firm asses made my cock throb in its entrapment. Not to mention bouncing breasts at every jog and girls hot and sweaty after running. All of it combined to keep me in agony. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">As the girls got warmer from the activity they started shedding their layers. At the end of class all of them were in hot tank tops and short shorts making my arousal greater as time went on. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">As the period ended and I went back to the locker room I had to wait for all the guys to leave before I could shower. Even then, I showered with my shorts on, too afraid to reveal my plastic cage to anyone. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">As I took my shower all I could think about was the girls doing the same in their respective locker room. The thought of twenty naked girls steamy and hot all together in the same area was making my arousal painful. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I got dressed and headed for lunch. I gave a great sigh as I spotted Melissa at our table. Although the prospect of sitting with her was scary, it was heightened by the sight of two other girls sitting with her. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">A chill went up my spine as I saw Melissa point to me and the other girls all look at me in unison. I sat down at the table to see all of them with big smiles on their faces. Great. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Hey Jeff.” Melissa started. “These are just a few friends of mine. I think you know Stephanie right?” She asked with a smile. Stephanie covered her mouth with a giggle. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">My eyes should have been trying to draw attention away from myself but instead I couldn’t help but stare at Stephanie. She wore a tight purple shirt that enhanced her breasts perfectly. Her skirt was probably her best feature as it clearly rode up way too far on her legs. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“And this is Michelle, she’s a Sophomore.” Michelle smiled at me politely. From what Melissa said, I assumed Stephanie was a Senior like us. I had no idea why Michelle was here or how she knew Melissa. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Stephanie piped in right away. “How do they feel?!” She asked loudly, furthering my embarrassment. There was no doubt she was referring to my balls. I wanted to be out of this situation as soon as possible. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“They hurt a lot.” I said blandly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Really?” She said with an elated voice. “How badly?” the whole situation was enthralling to her. She seemed extremely interested in any information about my blueballs. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I was stuck. With Melissa there I was forced to answer, and answer correctly too. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“They ache, it hurts all the time.” I stated with a wince in my eye. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Stephanie bit her lip, she was really enjoying this. “Can...can I see?” She asked hesitantly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Absolutely not. I thought to myself. Melissa was smiling and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to say no around her. Without giving me a chance to respond, Stephanie went around the table and sat next to me on my right. She nudged herself against me and put her hands on my pant’s zipper and button. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Whoa, hang on.” I said. “Someone’s gonna see.” I blurted. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Don’t worry, no one’s looking.” Stephanie said. I doubted that even if she had seen someone looking that she would have stopped. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She greedily opened my pants, splitting the zipper open and looking in awe at my crotch. She was curious as to what the contraption was covering my cock. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“It’s a cock cage.” Melissa explained while still eating her lunch. “It stops him from getting a boner or jacking off.” She finished calmly, taking another bite of her sandwich. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Wow, that’s a really good idea, but why can’t he take it off?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“It’s locked.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“With a key?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Yeah, Kelly has it, but she gave me a copy.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I didn’t know this, and it wasn’t very comforting that Melissa had access to me. What worried me more was that Melissa seemed to have a lot of friends who could really take advantage of this situation. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Stephanie reached inside past the plastic and took my balls in her hand. The light grasp made my sensitive balls tighten and I felt pain rush through my stomach. I winced and reacted in pain. Stephanie giggled a bit, not realizing how much pain she had given me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“They feel really big!” She exclaimed, rolling them in their hand. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ahhh, don’t squeeze them.” I stammered. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Melissa stepped in. “Steph, his nuts are really sensitive, don’t be rough with them.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Stephanie giggled and it didn’t seem like she was being any gentler with me. She kept rolling my balls around. The pain made me grit my teeth and put my head against my arm on the table. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I’ve never felt balls this full before.” Stephanie exclaimed, fondling and squeezing my balls. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“...Obviously.” Melissa remarked. “Let go of his balls now, he’s been through enough.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">With reluctance, Stephanie released he grip of my sensitive balls and took her hands away. I was left to zip myself back up. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I realized Michelle hadn’t said a word when Melissa asked “Michelle, do you want a go?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Michelle shook her head. “It’s ok.” She said quietly, she seemed to be very shy. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Melissa talked with Stephanie for awhile. They discussed the entire idea of controlling boys for their own pleasure thoroughly. I was left sitting next to them as if I wasn’t even there. They spoke about how pathetic boys can be while I ate my lunch, still bent over a little with pain. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Michelle seemed pretty for her youth. She had a thin body with medium-sized breasts. Wearing a white blouse and pink skirt. She was soft-spoken and shy, a contrast to the girls who I had been with for the past week. I was worried by the fact that she hadn’t said anything for awhile. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The bell rang to my surprise. Stephanie groaned in disappointment “Awww, I hope I see you later Jeff.” With a wink that didn’t leave me with a good feeling. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The next few periods until Physics were a blur. All I could think about was Kelly. The thoughts compelled me to see her more than ever. My cock craved contact every time my mind went to Kelly and my balls ached when I thought of her beauty. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">When the bell for 7th period rang, I almost jumped out of my seat. The trip to Physics was a blur in my mind as I raced down the hallways, running into people and squeezing past the crowds. I barely noticed Melissa sit next to me as my eyes were fixated on the doorway. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I said ‘hi Jeff.’ Aren’t you listening to me?” Melissa said impatiently. I came out of my daze and looked to my right. Melissa had a crooked eyebrow and was resting her head on her hand. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“…Sorry.” I mumbled to her and quickly looked back at the doorway. Just as I turned back Kelly walked through. My vision went into slow motion as I watched her walk to her desk. My mouth was wide open. She wore a light blue top that came down to enhance her cleavage. I had never seen her in school with something so sexy on. Her white skirt came above the knee, according to school dress code but also conveniently rode up her leg when she walked. She brushed a hand through her hair as she set her books down. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Strutting over to my desk, she put her hands on the corners of my desk and bent over at a revealing degree. My eyes widened and I was speechless as I stared down her shirt. It was an amazing view as I almost choked at the sight of her sexy black bra pushing up on her breasts. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Kelly smiled at me, knowing full well that she was putting my sex drive into the highest gear. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Hey Jeff, how are you?” Kelly asked softly, brushing her hand through her hair again, making sure to bend over even further. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I’m ok.” I stuttered. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“And how are…they doing?” She asked, hesitating to find the right words for my aching balls. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">My face turned red. “They hurt a lot.” I said quietly. I almost forgot about Melissa until I heard her giggle to the right of me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Kelly bit her lip in pleasure at the thought of my aching blueballs. In a move to make my balls hurt she bent over even more so. She rested her chin on both her hands and put her elbows where her hands used to be. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I bet they really hurt, don’t they?” She asked passionately. The unrestricted view down her shirt was making my balls boil and tighten up. I winced in pain and nodded with closed eyes. She had a huge grin on her face. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Just then, the period bell rang and Kelly giddily ran back to her seat. I watched as her white skirt rode up her legs and her breasts jiggle as she sat down. My cock strained and got as hard as it possibly could under its restraint. Just as I thought Kelly’s presence was going to make this situation unbearable, I felt Melissa’s hand slowly creep in my pants. I felt her hand rummage around until it found my balls. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">It took every muscle in my body not to jump in pain as I felt her hands start to squeeze down on my aching balls. The action took me by surprise and made me jump a little. Fortunately I don’t think anyone saw me, and those that did probably assumed I was an idiot. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Melissa did an excellent job of pretending nothing was happening. With her right hand she continued to write down notes every now and then and even went as far as to raise her hand and answer a question. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I, on the other hand, could hardly keep still. With my balls aching and feeling like they were going to burst, I could barely keep a low profile. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">After an hour of a grueling ache and the pain of Melissa’s hand, the period bell finally rang. I almost jumped out of my seat as I felt Melissa’s hand slowly retract from my pants. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Just as soon as she did, I ran over to Kelly. She was still sitting in her desk and packing up her stuff. Standing above her, I got a clear view down her shirt, which I’m sure she was fully aware of. I watched in silence as Kelly slowly put her folders and papers back into her binder. Just as she was about to stand up I felt Melissa’s body press up against my back. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oh hi Melissa.” Kelly said, looking over my shoulder. My balls felt fuller as Melissa’s breasts pressed against me and I felt her hands caress my outer arms. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Kelly giggled at my discomfort and gripped my crotch. I looked up with a red face to see the teacher leaving the room to just us. I breathed out in relief. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I looked back down to see a large grin on Kelly’s face. She massaged the area making my sensitive balls hurt like hell. Of course, my aching blueballs wouldn’t have been in so much pain if I had not been staring right down Kelly’s shirt. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Is the cage feeling tight?” Kelly mocked. I heard Melissa giggle behind me, which made her breasts rub against my back more. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I groaned out in pain. My cage was extremely tight and my cock was demanding contact more than ever. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Kelly stood up and pressed close to me. I was sandwiched between both of them and my sex drive was in full throttle. Kelly gave me a quick kiss and wrapped her arms around my neck. Her breasts felt amazing against my chest, firm and soft, making my cock stiff and throb. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Comeon Jeff” Kelly started. “Follow me to my locker.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Both girls separated themselves from me at the same time, and as if led by an invisible rope, I was pulled along by Kelly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I followed Kelly by the hand until we got to her locker. She set her binder and other supplies on the ground and did the combination to her locker. I leaned against the locker next to hers and waited until she gathered her things. It was still warm outside, so she left her light jacket in her locker. Shutting the locker with a slam, looked behind her for a second and then back to me. Her eyes were filled with lust and she pressed herself against me too quickly for me to notice what she was looking at. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Her lips felt warm against mine as I felt her tongue feel around my mouth. Her hands touched my stomach and felt around my chest. My hands were drawn, as if they were being controlled by someone else, to her breasts. Her soft, firm, massive breasts. They filled my hands as I fondled them back and forth. I was extremely horny and it was showing, my pelvis humped her crotch uncontrollably and my hands squeezed and grabbed like a man out of prison. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Kelly!” I heard distantly. I felt the warm body up against me peeled away quickly and pulled to my right. Randal Johanson was to my left holding Kelly on the shoulder. Randal was the Team Captain for our school’s football team. It was a well known fact that he and Kelly dated and broke up during the same summer. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Who the hell is this!?” He screamed jealously, spitting at every word. Kelly had an outwardly innocent look on her face but as I looked closely it appeared to be more a sense of pride. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Just a friend.” Kelly said softly, as if trying to keep a secret. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">That got Randal mad, he saw the entire makeout session I was certain and now he was pissed that his former bombshell-girlfriend was making out with another guy, and it wasn’t like I was the dream of every girl in the school either. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Friend my ass!” He yelled, spitting again. “I saw the whole thing, Kelly, who are you trying to fool, you don’t want to be with him.” He demanded. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The next move came with surprise. I felt my collar being grabbed and my body being uplifted and thrown to the ground. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Randy, stop it!” Kelly yelled. Randal kicked me twice in the stomach. “Randy no, don’t hurt him! Stop it.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Randal stopped and looked over at Kelly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Please, no.” Kelly asked. “I don’t really like him. I was just trying to make you jealous, Randy, I didn’t know you’d react this way.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">He seemed to calm down a bit after that. A sly smile went across his face, and an evil one across hers. I lay motionless on the ground, bewildered by what was going on. What did she mean she didn’t like me? She was just making out with me a second ago. Maybe the right word wasn’t “liked” but she sure seemed to enjoy torturing me! </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Kelly wrapped her arms around his neck lovingly. Although literal, she looked just like a schoolgirl, obsessed with the football player. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I was too shocked to speak. Was she just playing a joke on me? She must have been, just a lie to get Randal to stop hurting me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I suppose it didn’t make much sense that Kelly walked off with Randal and it didn’t make any more sense when she didn’t return in the next half-hour. Defeated and downtrodden I walked to my locker to get my things and headed to my car. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">On the way home my cell phone rang. It was Melissa. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Yello?” I responded. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Hey Jeff, how is everything?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I paused for a second, waiting at a red light. “Kelly left <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">me.</st1:place></st1:state>” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“What? Kelly did what?” She said, astounded. “How could she do that?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Well she went with Randal…” I said softly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">There was silence on the other line. “Oh, you poor thing, you wanna talk about it? Come on over to my house.” She said, not waiting for my response. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Switching my turning signal I drove towards Melissa’s house. I parked on the street and walked briskly to her doorstep. Being friends for as long as we were I let myself in. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Hey Melissa.” I said in a voice loud enough to be heard. Her parents didn’t get home until later in the evening, so I knew I could just go right up to her room as I usually did. Knocking on the door and opening it revealed the last thing I wanted to see. It was Michelle and Stephanie from lunch sitting on either side of Melissa! </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Hey Jeff.” Melissa said. I could have sworn Stephanie’s face got a lot brighter. I didn’t like where this was going. “Come sit down.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I walked over slowly towards the bed. The girls took up the majority of the space and I was squeezed into the middle of their bodies. I wasn’t sure if I was expecting them to change their clothes or not but they all wore their same outfits from earlier today, Michelle in her white blouse and pink skirt and Stephanie in her purple shirt and black skirt that still seemed to ride up her legs. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">To the left of me was Stephanie, greedily eyeing my crotch, as if seeing past the layers of khaki to my blueballs within. On my right were Melissa and Michelle. Michelle was talking to Melissa about school or something, it was too hard to listen when Stephanie’s legs were almost exposed and she made no effort to bring her skirt back down to cover her legs. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I turned to look at Melissa as I felt a hand reach down through my pants and grab a hold of my balls. Normally, the action would have just caught me by surprise. However, with Stephanie’s grip on my sensitive blueballs I felt much, much worse. I winced in pain and heard the two next to me stop their chatter to giggle at me and my grunts of pain. Stephanie chuckled and asked “Do they still hurt?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I screamed as she compressed my balls much more and replied a faint “Yes.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">All three girls laughed at that. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Jeff, lay down, will you? You’ll be a lot more comfortable.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Right, I though sarcastically. I knew arguing would be pointless as Stephanie literally had me by the balls and there was no way I was going to survive around three girls if I tried to escape. Reluctantly, I let my body down on the pillow and outstretched my legs. Melissa took off my shoes and socks and Stephanie removed my shirt forcefully. Michelle, with her eyes always on mine, shyly took her hands to the zipper and button of my khakis. She slowly and hesitantly took my pants off revealing my boxers. She lowered those too, gaping at my trapped cock and swollen blueballs. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Besides my cage I was completely naked in front of three girls. What was worse was that Stephanie was tying my hands to the bedposts with some sort of rope and Melissa was wrapping my ankles with the same rope. I was trapped and there was nothing I could have done about it. Naked and exposed I shut my eyes, trying to escape my predicament. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Soon, I heard a click and I felt my cage loosen. I opened my eyes quickly, surprised. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Where did you get a key from?” I asked. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Kelly gave it to me, I told you that awhile ago remember?” She said matter-of-factly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">As soon as the cage was unlocked I immediately felt the blood rush to my crotch and my cock begin to harden. All of the girls were transfixed on my growing cock and watched with amusement as it plumped and stiffened. It eventually rose and rested on my stomach, now completely rock hard. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Wow, that was fast.” Stephanie exclaimed, amazed at my growth. Michelle too looked flabbergasted with my cock. I assumed she had never seen a naked boy before, or at least, not a naked boy with blueballs and a red-hot cock that throbbed and twitched in desperateness. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Stephanie was licking her lips with desire and eventually got up the courage to ask “Can I touch it?” She said quietly talking as if I wasn’t there; she obviously wasn’t asking my permission. Melissa nodded to her and Stephanie dove in with her hand, wrapping it all around my shaft. Slowly, she began to stroke it from my aching balls all the way to my purple head. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I groaned out. I hadn’t been touched in a day and I was desperate for the contact. Finally I had received it and it was incredible! The feeling was so great I let my head relax and my eyes shut in pleasure. I moaned out over and over I was in so much ecstasy. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Slower, slower…ok stop.” Melissa said. Stephanie had succeeded in bringing me to the edge with her hand. I gritted my teeth as I felt her hand slip away at Melissa’s command and leave me with aching blueballs. The pain rushed back like a semi-truck reminding me of the day before and the countless times I had blueballs this severe. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">In pain, I groaned out and my breathing increased. Large globs of precum dribbled out of my cock and my shaft twitched and sputtered desperate for that last touch. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Is he cumming?” Michelle asked softly. I wish! I exclaimed to myself. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Melissa smiled “No, he’s just precumming,” Melissa said emphasizing the word. “It means he really, really, REALLY wants to cum, don’t you Jeff?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oh Melissa, PLEASE! I need to cum so bad!” I grunted, humping the air in frustration. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“He’s so desperate…” Michelle muttered, watching my face contort in frustration and my body scream out for release. All of the girls were enjoying my frustration and giggled at my feeble attempts to get release. Stephanie was laughing the most as I humped the air. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">After a short amount of time, Stephanie touched my cock again, except much slower this time. I was being brought to the edge very slowly and I felt my balls boil and fill with cum. I humped her hand furiously as I got close but she instinctively took her hand away, leaving me to scream out in aching pain and beg for release. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Jeff,” Melissa began “I’m trying to teach them to give a boy blueballs and I won’t tolerate you ruining their lesson by cumming. Now settle down or I’ll change the lesson plan from blueballs to teaching them how to ballbust.” She said harshly. “We won’t be trying that again will we?” Melissa asked with a crooked eyebrow. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“No…” I said, shaking my head. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Steph slap his balls, then continue.” Melissa demanded. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Before I could object I felt an anvil drop on my balls. The pain was so intense I felt nauseous and coughed out several times in too much pain to scream. Melissa’s eyes widened as she watched Stephanie deliver such a large blow, not expecting its magnitude but also not saying anything about it. Stephanie obviously enjoyed inflicting the worst possible pain she could and continued on with my teasing. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“You’d be surprised how much control you have over a boy when you slap his balls.” Melissa commented. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Michelle bent over and put her hand on my knees to get a closer look. She revealed her cleavage to me in the process and my eyes darted down her top and between her breasts. Looking down her shirt aroused me and my cock let loose a load of precum and got to the edge much faster. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Michelle took her gaping eyes off of my precum and looked to my face to watch my reaction. As she noticed my eyes down her cleavage she sat up and covered her breasts with her hands. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“He’s looking at me…” Michelle said uncomfortably. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Jeff.” Melissa scolded. “Don’t make Michelle uncomfortable. And Michelle, if he does anything you don’t like just give him a slap to the balls and tell him not to do it again. You’d be surprised how effective a strong slap can be!” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">With that, I felt a light tap to my balls. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“No, a BIG slap!” Encouraged Melissa, taking her hand back and slapping with full force, teaching Michelle by example. The strike sent jolts of pain throughout my body as I screamed out in pain. Michelle slapped again but it still didn’t seem satisfactory, based on Melissa’s facial expressions. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Like this Melissa?” Stephanie asked. Oh no! I yelled in my mind. Again, the anvil struck down and I felt like my balls were going to crumble under her strength. I coughed out more as I lost my breath. I choked on the pain and rolled around screaming. All the girls just laughed at me and my weakness, I felt so embarrassed and weak and there was nothing to do about it. Just when I thought the pain was over, Michelle hit me again, except this time it was just as powerful as Stephanie’s. I couldn’t take it anymore. Tears ran down my face and my body convulsed as it tried to get into the fetal position. I begged for them to stop but all it did was provoke them to laugh and poke fun at me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“See, I don’t think he’ll be looking at your breasts for a long time will he?” Melissa said with a grin on her face. Michelle laughed in agreement and leaned over again, exposing her cleavage as if to test me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I shut my eyes and looked toward the ceiling. My cock now much softer, Stephanie took me in her hands and gave me slow, deliberate strokes that maximized the pleasure. I moaned out as the pain lessened and the ache increased. I felt myself getting rock hard again. Stephanie let go and put her index finger on my shaft and dragged it up and down. I grunted and took sharp breathes in as the torment went on. She must have been dragging her finger over my cock for 5 minutes! My balls were tight and ached terribly and all I could do was sit there and squirm and take it. I was helpless to them and was being used as a play toy for their amusement. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Once I was at the edge she took her hand off. The amount of precum was overflowing off my stomach and onto the bed. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“That’s so much precum!” Michelle exclaimed. “He’s so desperate!” She loved my situation and was transfixed on my aching cock and balls. I spurted another load of precum as Melissa blew warm air over my needy cock. Michelle moaned out in pleasure and watched as my cock twitched all over trying to get that touch that would never come. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Please, I gotta cum, my balls…” I yelled out and stopped myself halfway knowing there was nothing I could do or say that was going to make the situation any better. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Melissa giggled while the other two looked my tense body over. Melissa knew the pain and torment I was in and she loved it. I assumed she couldn’t control her urges, as this “educational” session seemed to end when Melissa herself put her hand on my cock and started teasing. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I moaned out in agony as I felt her soft silky hand brush over all of the sensitive areas of my aching cock. I begged, I squirmed, I yelled but nothing was going to stop her. She just loved seeing me suffer. She somehow managed to keep her hand on my cock the entire time, despite my sensitivity. When I was on the edge she brushed the underside and when I humped the air she kept her hand just far enough away to keep me keeping myself on the edge. It was the worst my balls had ever felt. I must have been literally on the edge for the next fifteen minutes and at the end she took her hand away and wiped the precum off her hand on my chest, where the more powerful spurts had landed before. My stomach was soaked with the precum and it stained the bedding underneath. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oh my! You’re so good at teasing Melissa!” Stephanie praised. Michelle looked in shock. “How did you get that good?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Practice makes perfect.” Melissa said humbly followed by a devious laugh. “And don’t worry girls; you’ll be able to get plenty of practice with him. But it’s getting late, who wants to get him soft?” Melissa asked and as soon as she did, Stephanie, not surprisingly, raised her hand eagerly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Go ahead Steph.” Melissa said with a smile. My face must have turned pale as I awaited the pain. It started out as a dull squeeze, but as Stephanie got into it, she really clamped down on my balls with her hands. She squeezed harder and harder until I thought my balls were going to burst. The gradual increase in pain meant I screamed quite a bit until it was too painful to do so. My mouth screamed but no noise came out. I coughed out and tears rolled from my eyes. Even now that I was soft, she still squeezed and Melissa did nothing. Now both Melissa and Michelle were laughing at my pain not caring at all for my comfort in any way. Eventually as I lay back and felt the pain subside to numbness Stephanie let go and I heard the click snap on my cage but never felt it go on. My balls were a very dark shade of blue. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I felt myself sit upright as the ropes were untied. Michelle was bobbling my balls but all I could feel was a sharp, dull pain. She was enjoying their swollen feeling and remarked on how dark they were. Melissa lay me down again and led her friends out of the house. It was about <st1:time hour="20" minute="0" st="on">8pm.</st1:time> </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Melissa came up from the downstairs and sat next to me on the bed. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“How are your balls feeling?” She asked with a wry smile. I didn’t feel like answering, which of course made her smile even wider. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She put her hand on my sack and gave it a slow massage. “I bet you’re feeling pretty bummed about Kelly huh?” She said curiously. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Bummed?” I asked. “Finally this teasing is over!” I exclaimed, still coughing out from the pain. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Over?” She asked, worrying me. “You’re still her slave, Jeff, you’ll be kept caged and denied until she decides to permit you an orgasm, and frankly know her, that won’t be happening anytime soon.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Wait…what!?” I objected loudly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Yeah, what did you think? Just because she going out with another guy you’re off the hook?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Well…” I trailed off still comprehending my situation. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“It’s going to be really rough but I’m sure she’ll let you cum in a month or so.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“A MONTH!” I practically screamed. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Yeah, or longer, it really depends on her mood.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“But…I…I…” I was at a loss for words, I hadn’t even gone a week and I could barely handle it, a month or more was going to be unbearable. “Wait, you have a key, don’t you Melissa. Oh please I’d do anything for--” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“No, I’m sorry Jeff but that’s not allowed, I can’t make another girl’s slave cum without her permission.” She said apologetically. “Plus that’d be weird, we’re just friends.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I can’t last a month!” I was getting desperate; I was willing to do anything to get myself out of this mess. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Her hand became more firm on my balls “I know it seems like a long time but don’t worry, you’ll manage. Talk to Kelly tomorrow and maybe you two can work something out.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“But Melissa.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I don’t know what else to tell you Jeff, you’ll have to talk to her tomorrow, now come-on, I think I heard my parents downstairs, you can stay for dinner can’t you?” She said, changing the conversation. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I stayed for dinner but barely said much during the meal. I had eaten with her parents before so there were no surprises. At about <st1:time hour="21" minute="30" st="on">9:30pm</st1:time> I left for home and tried my best, despite my blueballs, to get to sleep. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The following day wasn’t much better than the day before. I wasn’t paying attention at all in any of my classes. At lunch, all three girls sat with me again and this time both Michelle and Stephanie were relentless with my balls, practically squeezing the life out of them during the entire period. Needless to say, I didn’t have much of an appetite. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">During Physics, Kelly didn’t even bother coming over and talking with me. In fact, she didn’t look over at me once. It didn’t stop me from looking at her though. I was transfixed on her body like never before. Maybe it was the fact that I wasn’t hers anymore, or maybe it was the fact that she was wearing a tight red cotton shirt that seemed like she was wearing a push-up bra underneath. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">What was worse was that she kept reaching down to pull her high heels back up when the strap would fall down, showing off her legs and emphasizing her sexy footwear. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">When the bell rang, Kelly walked out without looking at me again and my eyes were just focused on her ass as it followed her outside of the room. Leaving my stuff behind, I ran after her. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Kelly.” I said out of breath. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“What do you want?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Melissa told me that I’d have to wait a month before I cum.” I said quickly and with an uneasy voice. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“So?” She said still walking to her locker. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“But I can’t go that long!” I complained, walking after her. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“How is that my problem?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“But…but.” I said like a small child. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She finally stopped and then turned to look at me, rolling her eyes. “Look, I couldn’t care less whether or not you ever cum again. I usually would have just popped your nuts and left you tied up somewhere and all I hear from you is complaining.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I was left silent. Was I supposed to thank her? It didn’t seem like I was ever going to cum again in my life! </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Nothing to say?” She said in a demeaning tone and walked back the other direction. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I was left there in the middle of the hallway, people brushing against me yelling at me to get out of the way. I was startled when Melissa came next to me with my books in her hands. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The next month was much worse than even I had expected. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">My sessions with Stephanie became an almost daily routine of ballbusting and teasing. Even during school she would go out of her way to grab my balls and squeeze or give me a great view down her shirt to tease me. We always met at Melissa’s house and Stephanie was getting far too skilled at teasing for me to handle. Melissa showed her ways to keep me on the edge longer and give me blueballs like I had never felt before. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Michelle on the other hand was much shyer about everything. However when she did tease me, she did it for agonizingly long amounts of time. She teased me from literally when I got home from school until it was time to go to bed. She enjoyed it so much I couldn’t believe it. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Even Melissa took every opportunity to tease me when she could. I could remember endless nights when I would “sleepover” at her house. Of course, like most sleepovers there wasn’t much sleeping going on. She teased me the entire night only putting me back in my cage for the morning. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">It was almost a month and a half later when the Semester ended and our classes changed. Kelly and I didn’t have any classes together and I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. I had a class with Stephanie but not with Michelle, due to our grade difference. At lunch I was left alone but I could have sworn a lot of the girls there were looking at me in a funny way, or maybe it was just my imagination. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">My Gym class was absolute hell. The day we all were assigned our instructors, my heart nearly sank to the bottom of my stomach. Emily was in my class! I panicked and tried to make myself invisible. The next period I tried desperately to get my period switched…anything to get away from her! </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">All the counselor could do was raise her hands in the air and shake her head, there was nothing she could do for me. The next day I trotted to my Gym class afraid. The class went well until just at the end when the bell rang. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I was walking towards the locker room when I felt my body being pulled to my left and down a hallway. I was shoved into a corner and facing me was Emily herself and with two other girls behind her. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Pushed against the wall I was helpless and immobile. Emily looked into my eyes harshly. “Don’t think I haven’t forgotten you, Jeff.” She said with anger. “Everyday, I’m going to bust your balls so hard you’re gonna beg me to cut them off. Maybe I’ll be nice enough to do so.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I whimpered and tried to collapse into the fetal position but her grip on my shoulders was too tight. “Spread your legs.” She ordered firmly. My legs shut closed out of fear. She sighed out and said “Girls.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Suddenly my legs were split and pulled away by each of them. My balls were completely exposed and were soon taken advantage of. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She backed up and gave a swift punt to my balls, the pain so great a choked on it. Then another, and another and as soon as she seemed to stop, I felt my body being bent backwards and she ran up towards me and drove her knee into my nuts. My body lurched forward and my legs begged to be closed. The two girls seemed to be way stronger than they looked and held me not only still, but also very exposed. Two more knees to my balls and at once, they let me fall to the ground crutching my balls with my hands. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">As soon as they had attacked me they left, leaving me in an awful pain and alone. I managed to regain my strength, but well after the bell had rung and I was 20 minutes late for class. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">That evening Stephanie and Melissa teased me more and more. My blueballs, if you could call them that, were starting to turn a dark black color. Both girls loved to milk the precum out of me and torture my aching, discolored balls. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The next day in gym Emily and her friends constantly made fun of me. At the end of class I was forced to follow them to the same spot. As before, I was pressed against the wall and my legs spread. Emily didn’t start out with ballbusting this time. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Jeff I think I have some good news for you.” She said forcing herself to smile. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">How could she possibly have good news? </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I was talking with Kelly and she said there might be a way to relieve those aching blueballs of yours.” She proposed, with a wry smile. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Yes anything! I nearly screamed…anything. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“She said that she was going to let you be my personal slave and in doing so you’ll be given the chance to cum every Saturday.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">My elated state was turned to darkness, Emily’s slave? There was no way I could handle that. Yet, otherwise there was no way I would ever cum again. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Don’t worry about the decision Jeff.” She said with a compromising tone. “You’ll have plenty of time to think about it when you wake up.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">That was the last thing I heard as I watched her reel her foot back.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">My eyes parted slowly. I could hear voices around me but couldn</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">’t distinguish what they were saying, or whom they belonged to. I coughed out and tried to move my head and realized I couldn’t. My body felt a cold numb, </span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">and later I was to realize that it was probably for the best. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“I think he’s coming to.” I heard, most likely a female voice. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Blinking again I groaned out. My body felt stiff and I was nowhere near coherent. </span><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“Yeah he’s moving a little, I’ll go tell Mr</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">s. Hunter.</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">” Said another voice. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I heard heels clicking on the floor away from me and then distant chatter. Then, two sets of heels clicking towards me. </span><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“Is he awake?” </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I groaned out. </span><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“Guess so.” </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I wasn</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">’t sure how long it was after that when I got </span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">my consciousness back, but I do remember seeing two teenage girls and the nurse standing over me, looking at me. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“His eyes are opening. Can you hear me Jeff?” The nurse asked. I nodded slowly and tried looking around. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">One of the girls was a redhead. As I lay down, she was sitting next to me on the bed near my thighs. The other blonde girl was standing next to the blonde nurse, Mrs. Hunter. </span><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“Jennifer, thanks for your help, you can go back to class now.” Mrs. Hunter said to the blonde next to her. ‘Jenn</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">ifer</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">’ nodded and walked off and I heard a door shutting. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">As I looked around more I noticed I was in a very small room. I was on a brown plastic-covered bed and a couch was in the corner. With white walls and floor the room looked sterile and it was obvious I was in some sort of medical room. The addition of Mrs. Hunter, our school nurse meant I was probably in her office. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Looking down the bed, the redhead was a girl I</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">’ve never seen before, but she did have an icepack down my boxers, pressed against my b</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">alls. She looked to be maybe a junior or at the least a sophomore, either way there was no reason for me to know her. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">A sharp pain echoed through my stomach. What did Emily do to me? </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The redheaded girl was looking at me in pity and with raised eyebrows at my crotch. I was afraid to look down at my genitals. There was no telling what Emily had done to me and I wouldn</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">’t have put even the most gruesome of tortures past her. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The girl wore a tight red sweater with vertical lines sewn into it. I made notice on how they bulged and spread out as they curved around her large breasts and how far down her neckline really went. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The nurse had on a loose white jacket over a tight white t-shirt. Her breasts too were well-developed and she looked to be in her mid-twenties. </span><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“Julie, I’m going to fill out some paperwork, you can handle it from here right?” The nurse asked. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“Sure thing, Mrs. Hunter, I’ll call you if I need anything.” </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">As I heard the door close I watched as Julie looked at me with a smile. </span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“So what happened to you, did you piss some girl off or something?” She asked whens he knew Mrs. Hunter was out of earshot. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I groaned out </span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“Something like that.” </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She took the icepack off for a second. </span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“Look at them! T</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">hey</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">’re so swollen and discolored, whoever did this to you must have been really pissed. You don’t remember?” </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I didn</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">’t have the courage to tell her I had been teased and denied for two months and most of the swelling and discoloration was a product of my </span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">blueballs and that the busting probably just enhanced the problem. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">But there was something that surprised me even more than this whole situation. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Where was my cage!? </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I looked down to see a flaccid cock and a pair of swollen balls under my boxers, uncaged and free. My instinct reaction was to reach down and care for my aching cock and balls. Soon, I was defeated. My strength was so diminished I could barely move any part of my body. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Julie set the icepack on the bed next to me. </span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“Mrs. Hunter wanted me </span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">to help you recover. You don</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">’t mind being naked around me do you?” She asked sweetly. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Under normal circumstances I probably would have said no but with my blueballs and the fact that Julie was bending over showing me her revealing red bra, I nodded in agreement. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She eagerly peeled off my boxers and took my shirt over my head. I was now completely naked under her and barely able to move. She set her hand on my balls and slowly gave them a massage. Her warm hand on my freezing and shrunken balls felt very good. I shut my eyes and moaned in pleasure. As the numbing cold subsided, and my cock and balls warmed up, the incredible ball-busting pain returned with the power of a semi-truck. </span><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“Ahhhh!” I yelled out in pain. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“Oh I’m sorry did I hurt you?” Julie a</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">sked concerned. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I shook my head. </span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“No, my balls, they hurt so much. They feel like they’ve been crushed.” </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“Oh you poor thing.” She said worried. “I think I have some lotion in my purse.” </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Gritting my teeth against the pain I look over to her. She reached in her purse and pulled out a bottle. Pouring a white liquid into her hand she rubbed her palms together making a squishing sound. She placed her hands on my cock slowly and wrapped them around the shaft. The cool lotion made my body shiver and I moaned in pleasure. She stroked slowly and smiled as she watched my cock stiffen and my gritting teeth loosen. </span><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“There does that feel better?” She asked sincerely. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“Better.” I responded, coughing out. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She smiled proudly and stroked faster. It felt so good! With one hand she stroked my shaft and head. With the other, she massaged my balls gently. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I was in heaven and my facial expressions were showing it. I moaned out and kept my mouth open in pleasure. Julie giggled sweetly at every moan and stroked me with even greater pleasure. She went slowly and deliberately maximizing the sensation, she seemed to really be enjoying my reactions and watched as my stomach lifted up and down at every moan. Soon I felt my balls begin to fill again and the cum rise. I was getting very close to the edge. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I grunted out and I felt a load of precum hit my stomach. </span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“Oh my!” I heard Julie exclaim. “That was quite a load.” </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I got closer and closer to the edge. Finally I felt my balls contract and get ready to shoot out their load. Her hand stroked smoothly and I grunted out as I felt my balls tighten and get ready to release their load. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Right as they did she let go and reached down to put more lotion on her hands. I didn</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">’t know if she knew how very close I was to orgasm but she </span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">had stopped right at the edge. She put more lotion into her hands and rubbed them around, spreading the liquid over her skin. Even in this short amount of time my cock had softened mostly due to the pain. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She took the lotion bottle and got on all fours above me on the bed. Although not very revealing when she was upright, bent over she revealed amazing amounts of cleavage. As she crawled over and sat beside me I got an excellent view and embarrassingly shot another load of precum on myself just from looking at her. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She crawled over and sat right next to me on the bed and turned her body towards me. Her hip was next to mine and her right breast was resting on my chest and at this angle it was more than easy to see down her shirt. Another load of precum launched out of my cock and my balls ached terribly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She placed her well-lotioned hand on my balls and rolled them around. She massaged them slowly and giggled at she watched the precum flow out of my cock and cover my stomach. My cock wasn</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">’t getting any a</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">ttention though and I humped the air trying to get the friction I needed. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Her eyes were focused on my face as my pleasured reaction incited smiles from her. I moaned out in pleasure from the combination of the massage and the excellent view down her shirt. </span><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“You really like my breasts don’t you?” She asked humorously. She even positioned herself so that I could see even more of her cleavage. The combination of the improved view and the brushing of her breasts against my chest made my cock leak out more p</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">recum. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“Wow you produce quite a lot of that.” She said with wide-open eyes. “Your balls must be feeling better.” </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She continued her massage. The feeling went from very pleasurable to making my balls ache from the stimulation. I finally got up the courage to mumble </span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“Julie?” </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“Yeah?” </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“Could you, um…please…” I barely said. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“What? What is it?” She asked curiously. Although I doubted that she really didn’t know what I wanted. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“My cock, can you please touch my cock?” I asked sheepishly. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“You want me t</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">o touch your cock again? It</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">’s ok, you can say it. I’m sure an orgasm will make your balls feel a lot better.” She said confidently. Her hands lifted off my balls and she squirted another glob of lotion on her hand. She wrapped her hand around my shaft and </span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">rubbed extremely slowly up to the head and back down again. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“Just relax.” She said softly “It’s going to feel soooo good.” </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I put my head back and shut my eyes in anticipation. I felt myself get closer and closer to cumming. My balls were boiling and I felt the cum getting ready to shoot out of my cock. With each of her agonizing strokes I felt myself closer and closer to cumming. Finally, she was on her last stroke and I moaned out ready for the incredible pleasure. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Nothing. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The door opened and Mrs. Hunter walked in. As she did, Julie dropped my cock on my wet stomach and left it throbbing and hard to give her attention to the recent arrival. </span><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“How’s he doing?” The nurse asked. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“He said his balls are feeling a lot better. Although I haven’t been a</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">ble to get the swelling down.</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">” Julie responded suppressing a smile. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“That’s good, his girlfriend is here to pick him up. Come with me Jeff.” The nurse said. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Girlfriend, what girlfriend? </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">With a sigh, Julie pulled my boxers back and handed me the rest of my clothes. She giggled when, after my boxers were up, my cock still poked through and jutted out, perpetually rock-hard. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I was led by the arm out of the room. Upon opening the door I saw to my surprise that Emily was waiting on the other side of the door. </span><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“How is he feeling?” Emily asked. “I heard he took quite a busting.” </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The nurse smiled wryly </span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“He’s ok. I’m sure he’s ready to go home.” </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I looked at the clock, it was an hour after school had ended. I had been unconscious for hours apparently. Emily must have really abused me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Emily grabbed me around the arm and took me with her before I had a chance to object. My knees weak from the pain in my balls, I limped with her towards the school</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">’s exit. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Down the halls, away from anyone</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">’s ears</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">hot, I asked </span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“What happened to my cage?” </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“Oh that thing? Why, you want it back on?” </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“Well…no, it’s just I was curious.” I said with my head down. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“I took it off after you passed out. I don’t like keeping my slaves in those things, I’d rather have the</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">m walking around with a boner all day.</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">” She said matter-of-factly. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I was confused about a few things. What stopped me from relieving myself during the day and didn</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">’t she say I was given a choice whether or not she was going to be my mistress? </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“Oh by th</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">e way, I suppose I should mention something.</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">” She said, as if reading my mind. “If you ever get the bright idea that you should jackoff, remember this pain.” With that she reached into my pants and squeezed down hard on my already-painful balls. I screamed</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"> out and collapsed on my knees. </span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“’Cause that’s the pain you’re going to feel right before I pop your balls.” She finished sternly. I assumed I didn’t want an answer to my second question. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The cold winter air blew against my face and body as we walked to her car. </span><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“What about my car?” I asked weakly, still holding my hands to my balls. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“You can get it tomorrow.” She said coldly. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I wasn</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">’t about to argue with her about it. I also didn’t have any of my academic stuff with me either. I decided to stay qui</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">et. She drove me to an unfamiliar part of town and pulled up to, what I assumed, was her house. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">It was a modest one-story building with a small garden in front. I suppose hell wasn</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">’t all fires and demons. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Inside, she led me to her room. We passed her mother at the table reading a magazine. Maybe I expected a feminist, sweat-shirt wearing woman who didn</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">’t wear any makeup. Or a lesbian with a tattoo. Instead she seemed no different than any other woman her age. A brown-red hair color like that of Emily an</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">d a smooth complexion that had quite the same resemblance. Of course, she seemed trim with sizeable breasts just like Emily</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">’s too. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“You look a lot like your mom.” I said meekly, sitting on a bean-bag chair in her room on the ground. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“A lot of people sa</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">y that.</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">” She responded putting her things away in her closet. Her room had a dark-red bed in it with black sheets. Without all the heavy metal music posters and furniture, you could see the walls and carpet matched with the same red color. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“A lot of red.” I said, trying to soothe my sore balls. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“Yep.” She said plainly walking over to me. She seemed very distant and all of her words were said with a bland tone to them. She knelt down on the carpet in front of me and put her hands on my cross-legged knees</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">. I got a very good view down her black tank-top which she seemed to be giving me on purpose. Even though my balls still were painful from earlier I couldn</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">’t help but look down at her cleavage. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She smiled an evil grin. </span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“You like breasts don’t you. Kelly </span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">used to tell me all about your obsession for them.</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">” She scooted her hands closer to my body and leaned forward giving me a closer look. “It’s ok, look, I don’t mind. I like making boys hard before I torture them. When your cock is stiff it gets out of the </span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">way of your aching blueballs.</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">” </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">My face went pale at the word </span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“torture.” She was looking me sternly in the face and to be completely honest, I was scared out of my life. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“Take your pants off.” She said moving away from me and kneeling in an upright posi</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">tion. I hurriedly undid my button and zipper and took my pants down to my knees. My boxers showed a tent in the front and a drop of precum at the tip. Emily smirked at my throbbing erection. </span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“Your boxers too.” She said licking her lips. I complied and stri</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">pped my boxers off revealing myself to her. My erection was as stiff as iron and bobbed around desperate for attention. My balls were still a black/blue color and felt like they had been stepped on by a few rampaging elephants. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“Shirt too.” </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I was completely naked in front of her and she smiled at the situation. Her hand jutted towards my balls and she gripped them too soon for my own hands to stop her. Instead, my hands wrapped around her wrist and my face turned pale as I looked into her eyes. </span><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“Scare</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">d?</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">” She asked in a powerful tone. “Don’t worry, I won’t squeeze them yet.” She said calmly. Although I didn’t trust her, I relaxed my hands and took them to my sides. True to her word, she instead of squeezing the life out of my balls, took them firmly and</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"> bobbled them in her hand to test their weight and size. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“These feel really full and swollen.” She murmured. She even sounded impressed. Although I wasn’t sure if she was impressed over her own work, or that of my previous captors. She rolled them around</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"> in her hand playfully. </span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“How long has it been?” She asked with a smile. I had a feeling she just wanted to hear me say the answer. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“More than a month.” I groaned out as I felt her run her fingers over my cock. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“How much longer than a month? I know you’</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">ve been counting. Every blueballed boy counts.</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">” She asked with an amused tone of voice. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“…47 days.” I murmured. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“Wow! That is a really long time. No wonder these are so full and heavy” she said, bouncing my balls in her hand “and I’ve heard about Melis</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">sa and her friends, teasing you every day. That must really fill your sack, huh? </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I was just about to answer when all of the sudden I felt a vice go across my balls. Her hand compressed sharply and sent pain rippling through my stomach. She smiled while she squeezed and twisted and tugged on my sack playfully as if the most precious part of my body was just her toy. </span><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“Owww. That hurts so much!” I exclaimed in terrible pain, grabbing her wrists and trying to peel them off of my groin. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“Well that’s the id</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">ea.</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">” She let her grip go momentarily. “But I need you to keep your hands to your side and give me room to hurt you. Of course if you can’t control yourself I’ll have to tie you up and then punish you. Trust me, you won’t like that very much.” </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I weakly put my hands to my side and squinted my eyes to anticipate the pain. She smiled at me and slapped my balls from my right to my left. Then, she back-handed my balls from my left to my right. She continued this over and over bringing tears to my eyes. My hands got closer and closer to my balls and I felt like nothing was going to stop me from fighting back. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She gripped my balls again and squeezed. </span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“Go ahead try and stop me. I would love nothing more than to tie you up and kick your balls into your stomach.” </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Her words brought me back to reality and I stuffed my hands under my thighs and kept them their. I was destined not to be tied up and punished. </span><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“It’s amazing how much control I have over you after just a few slaps to your nuts. It’s pathetic, it really </span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">is, these two little balls which you treasure so dearly lead to your utter and complete submission to me. How does it feel, Jeff, to be controlled by me, to be tortured and hurt by a teenage girl? Does it ruin your ego? Does it make you wish you were as strong as a woman? If it doesn</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">’t now, trust me, I will make you beg me to cut them off from so much pain.” She said cruelly. “And when you’re at that point, I’m not going to cut them off, or pop them. No, that will give you relief. I’m going to keep slapping</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"> them and squeezing them just to make you cry and writhe in pain.</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">” She finished with a dark and serious manner. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I took a moment to quell my tears and said in a shaky voice. </span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“Why, why are you doing this to me?” I begged, pleaded for an answer. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She laughed. It started slow and quiet and built up to a full, hearty chuckle. </span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“Why? Oh how pitiful you sound. Why? Because I love seeing you suffer, Jeff. I love watching as a poor boy like you thrashes in pain and tears run down your face. It brings me t</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">o orgasm every night thinking about it. How easy it is to bring you to your knees and how easy it is to make you say </span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">‘yes mistress.’” She finished with a smile on her face. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“The worst part for you is,” She taunted. “Is that you’re stuck. Your desperate n</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">eed for orgasm keeps you under my thumb and your sensitive balls make the experience miserable for you. Guess what? I get all of the enjoyment, 100% of it. I can orgasm anytime I want, and frankly I do. I get to slap a pair of blueballs whenever I want too which gives me complete control over you. You</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">’re forced into blind obedience and even when you obey me and do everything I ask, I still manage to find ways to punish you.” </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She leaned forward again and put her hand on my cock. I was so scared by her before that my cock had considerably softened, despite my long denial. She rubbed my cock up and down. Her hands were surprisingly soft and felt incredibly good on my cock. For a ballbusting bitch, she could give one hell of a handjob! </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I leaned by head back and let out a loud, long moan. </span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“Go ahead.” She said, “Lean back and relax.” </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">With that I took my hands out from my thighs and got out of my cross-legged position. I extended my legs out and put my hands behind me for support. Shutting my eyes I let the pleasure overcome my senses. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Her hand brought me to the edge quickly and I felt precum leak out of my cock. I made pleasured noises constantly and I could imagine the powerful smile Emily had on her face. I had no idea when she had stopped because the pleasure had completely taken me over. When I finally noticed her hand had left my cock, I slowly opened my eyes. I saw her on her knees, bent over, looking at me with a giant smile on her face. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I almost had time to say </span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“what’s so funny?” but I was interrupt</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">ed by a quick jab to my balls. My arms crumbled and I fell on my back onto the beanbag. She had waited for me to open my eyes just to punch me in the balls. She laughed out loud at me as I rolled around on the beanbag chair and surrendered into the fetal position. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“Wow.” She said, trying to stop herself from laughing. “Your blueballs are really sensitive, I barely even touched you.” She crawled over my body and was on top of me. She spread my arms apart and nailed them to the ground. I was so weak from th</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">e pain I could hardly resist. I was putty in her hands and she molded me into a very vulnerable position. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I felt her kneecap rest on my balls as her leg inserted itself through my legs. I managed to mutter </span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“No…Emily…don’t.” pitifully. She giggled at me a</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">nd pressed her knee inwards making my body shake and tremor in pain. She laughed and laughed like a schoolgirl with her best friend. She loved listening to my screams and I felt her warm pussy get wet through her pants. She was enjoying this way too much. I felt her knee press into my balls to extract screams from me. It was just a fun game to her, using my pain for her amusement. She giggled loudly every time I screamed out. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">With a final thrust of her knee she laughed out loud at me and rolled over on her side uproariously. My limbs extended from my body haphazardly, my arms and legs were so weak all I could do was lay there helpless in the beanbag chair trying to cope with the pain. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Emily</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">’s laughter slowed down and soon I heard her moan out in pleasure</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">. She was touching herself to orgasm, no doubt stimulated by the pain I was in. Her breathing grew heavy and I heard her make the final moans of orgasm. I looked over slowly and saw her hands feeling her breasts through her shirt and touching herself in pleasure. I watched her wriggle her toes and bite her lip. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She lay still for the next five minutes enjoying the after-effects of her orgasm. She finally rolled over to her side next to me. Her hand draped over my hip and lay carelessly over my crotch. </span><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“Y</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">ou</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">’re being such a good boy Jeff, I still haven’t had to tie you down yet.” She said soothingly, running her hand over my shaft. “I always had to tie down my old slave; he could never control his hands.” </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Her hand on my cock was making it stiffen considerably. Her hand massaged my balls lightly. </span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“How are these feeling? I hope I didn’t squish them too badly.” She said with an amused grin. “You’re even getting hard again, that’s a good sign.” She said, massaging the head of my cock. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“Most of my slaves can’</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">t get it up more than a few hours after I bust them.</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">” She said with a smile. “Your balls must be really full.” </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I groaned out in pain and managed to make small movements. </span><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“You look really beat.” Emily said in a caring voice, a major difference compared </span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">to her personality. After her orgasm, her attitude seemed to change greatly. She seemed very relaxed and actually seemed to care about my safety. I could probably use that to my advantage. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">“You just stay here and relax, Jeff. I’ll be right back in a few </span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">minutes, I</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">’m just going to take a shower.” </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She stood up lazily and meandered over to the door, peeling off her shirt as she left the room. I let my muscles loosen and drift away trying to escape the pain.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">I spent the next 25 minutes in a daze. My balls still felt like they had been hit with a hammer and my cock was still stiff and erect lying on my stomach. No matter how I tried to mentally separate myself from the situation, I couldn't escape the tremendous pain in my sack. My balls were still dark blue and precum dripped out of my cock at regular intervals. </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The door to the room opened and Emily walked through wearing a towel around her body and another wrapping her hair. The towel around her body was barely adequate. It rode up her legs as she walked and I swore I saw her pussy as she strode into the room. Her breasts jiggled and looked they could spill out of the top of the towel at any moment. Although it seemed impossible, I felt my cock harden even more as I watched her breasts bounce lightly as she walked over and stood over me. At the angle she stood at, I could just barely see her crotch under her towel. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">As she got on her knees and bent over me, I could easily see down her towel at her cleavage. The fabric just barely covered her nipples and looked like gravity could easily reveal them to my eyes. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"You're still horny aren't you?" She asked with a smile, looking down at my cock twitching. "I'm sure it has nothing to do with the fact that you're staring down at my tits, does it?" </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I looked up at the ceiling and tried to control my lust. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"Hehe, you don't have to do that. Go ahead stare; it's just going to make your balls achier. I might even let you feel them," She said taking my cock straight up, giving it a few strokes and letting it plop back to my stomach. "As long as you're a good boy." </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I groaned out as I felt a drop of precum ooze of out my cock at her touch. My lust for her was rising to its peak and I was completely overtaken by the sight of her almost-naked body dangling in front of me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She put her fingers on my shaft and lazily ran them up and down. The stimulation seemed to frustrate me greatly and it felt like I was always one stroke away from orgasm. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"What do you think I should wear tonight?" She asked curiously, looking at my twitching cock. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I was at a loss for words. Part of it was that I was staring at her cleavage and was, for the most part, incoherent. The other part of it was how strange it was for her to ask me that. Was she serious? Was it rhetorical? </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"Well?" She asked, moving her fingers away and placing her palm over my swollen balls, rolling them around. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"I...I don't know." I muttered, barely sure what to say. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"Well, I'm going to be playing with you all night. I know you're a guy, I'm sure you've fantasized about me wearing something sexy. What is it?" </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">To be honest, the only thing I fantasized about Emily was for her to move to distant country. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"I guess a skirt." I said quietly, my eyes watching as the towel descended and I could see the top tan color of her nipple. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She rolled her eyes. "Well I assumed that. What kind of top do you want? I bet you would like something with a lot of cleavage. Kelly told me you like cleavage..." She paused, seeming to bend at a greater degree. "You're so quiet. You act like I'm going to pop your nuts if you answer a question." </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She ran her hand over my cock. "You don't have to worry, I know I seem like a bitch but I won't pop these things if you're a good boy. I might hurt them a little bit, but seriously, why would I ruin my favorite toy?" She replied with a giant smile on her face. I'm sure she loved the fact that she had absolute power over my balls. What scared me the most was her definition of a "good boy." I had no idea where her limits were, I just hoped I would never get close to crossing them. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Plus I remembered seeing another guy at the Saturday event. What happened to him? I shuttered at the thought and the stories. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She got me to the edge and went back to a kneeling position. She undid the towel around her breasts and just as she was about to let it drop, she held it close to her body. The towel hung from her arms swaying back and forth, I could just barely make out the sides of her breasts and her thighs. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She stood up and threw the damp towel over my head, covering my vision. I heard her stand up and say "You thought you were gonna see me naked didn't you?" She said with an amused voice. I hear footsteps and then a dresser opening. My cock twitched as I imagine her strutting about the room naked. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The footsteps returned and I felt her warmth as she put her knees on either side of me. I heard her giggle lightly as she took her hand to my cock, batting it back and forth. Just the idea of her naked had brought me to the edge and her playful hands knew just when to give my cock contact to make my balls contract painfully and bring me to the edge of orgasm over and over again. She rubbed her thumb across the top of my shaft quickly and I felt a load of precum leak out of my cock. She rubbed my tight balls in her palm and giggled as my whole body shook and trembled. She was giving me an awful treatment that rivaled a kick to the nuts. Although if I had said something out loud I knew she would have been happy to challenge that rivalry. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I felt her fingers dance on my shaft, keeping me on the edge. She laughed as I struggled and squirmed on the floor desperately trying to get more contact. I could feel her hand get within reach and bring me to the edge. I humped her fingers and just as I felt my balls contract and get ready to release their load, her fingers moved away and I heard a pleasured laugh as she listened to my aching moans. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She closed her index finger and thumb around my cock and slowly, painfully slowly, stroked my cock. It was so slow and painful it kept me on the edge and I couldn't take it anymore. I thrust my hips to get more friction and she moved her hand against me to give it to me. I felt close and her hand moved closer and closer to my stomach. I had to thrust so hard my hips came off the ground to get contact and I only felt my purple, swollen head against her fingers and then nothing. I kept thrusting and every once in awhile she would move her hand in reach of my cock to bring me to the edge and then move it away. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I gritted my teeth and collapsed, exhausted from the motions. I was extremely frustrated and moaned out loudly. I knew she had a huge smile on her face. She rolled my balls around with her palm and purred softly. She clapped her hand down bringing pain to my balls and stomach and squeezed gently. Of course no matter how gently she did it I still would have screamed loud enough to shatter glass. I heard her grunt and moan and soon she brought herself to orgasm as I felt the grip become tighter and more painful. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The door opened. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"Emily, keep it down in here, I can barely hear myself think." The voice said, assumingly her mother. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"Sorry, I'll keep him quiet." </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The door shut. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">What kind of family was this? Her mom wasn't phased by the naked boy on the ground and her naked daughter squeezing the life out of his balls. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"Jeff, you need to keep quiet, if you scream too loud I'll have to put a gag on you. And I hate putting gags on my toys, because then I can't hear your adorable screams, and I'll be very mad if I have to silence you. Ok?" </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I was about to respond but her grip on my balls cut me off. I gave a startled scream and then a repressed groan. She giggled and gave a sharp slap. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"Good boy." She said happily, squeezing my balls roughly, as if to test me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Her hand went back to my slightly-softer cock and stroked it slowly. I was sure that no matter how much she squeezed or slapped my balls I was going to get completely soft. I'm sure she knew the same. The stimulation was welcome after the torture and I moaned out softly as I felt my cock grow back to its throbbing state. I felt the dry precum on my stomach be warmed by the newly dripping precum and my balls clenched firmly. She brought me to the edge quickly and this time, instead of dropping my cock down, she held it firmly, stroking just her thumb on the swollen head of it. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">My eyes tightened and I humped the air wildly. She moved her hand along with my cock and it was left to hump frustrated as always. She giggled as she watched me try to keep my voice in and hushed me as I made yelps every time she got too close to letting me cum. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">After an eternity of tight, aching balls, she finally let my cock drop down to my stomach. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"I'm going to get dressed. You keep that towel over your head." She said in a soft voice. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"...Emily." I muttered in a weak voice. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I heard a shuffling of clothes. "Yes Jeff?" </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I had no idea how to say it. Even in a normal situation it would be difficult. I thought it best to just blurt it out, even though I knew it would end in a severe ball busting. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"Um, before, you said I might get to see you naked?" My eyes were still shut. There was silence for a few moments and then the slow tremor of footsteps on the carpet towards my body. A warm foot was placed on my crotch and she put some of her weigh on it. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"Did I say that" She asked in a curious voice. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"Please, Emily, I really want to see you." </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Her smile was almost audible. "Well duh. I'm just trying to decide whether or not to let you." </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">More silence followed and finally I piped in. "Please, I'll do anything." I don't think I wanted a time machine any more than I did right then. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Her foot pressed into my balls. "Can I pop them?" She said with an elated tone of voice. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"NO! No, Emily, please, not that!" I yelled. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"Shhhh. I'm just kidding with you, hehe. Hmmm, you're good at school right?" </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"...Yeah." I said, seeing where this was going. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"Well I want you to do all of my homework for me from now on. How does that sound?" </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"I can do that." I said confidently. I knew Emily wasn't in as many honors classes as I was, so it wouldn't be that much of a problem. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"Great. Also, I'll have to think of a few more things this week. Although I don't know why I'm making a deal with you, since I could just make you do it." She said in an impatient tone which made me nervous. She knelt between my legs again and stroked my cock. "I don't know why I'm being so nice to you." She said sweetly, stroking me even more. Her tone of voice indicated she might let me cum right then but of course she didn't and let it drop on my stomach to throb. "Maybe it's because I like you." She said finally. I got a sense that she was a lot nicer than she wanted others to think and her honesty alleviated my fear of her but only by a little. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"Now comeon, let's get that towel off of you." She said pleasantly, tugging at the moist towel. She took it off and held it over her breasts and legs. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"Sit up." She ordered. I did, sticking my hands behind me. My cock was pointing straight upwards which amused Emily quite a bit. She smiled widely and said "Are you ready?" </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"Yes, please let me see you." I muttered, entranced. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She let the towel drop down which revealed her wearing a black bra and panties. They were, of course, amazingly sexy on her but I was too upset to notice. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She laughed profusely. "You didn't think I was going to let you see me that easily did you?" She said humorously. "Aww, you really got your hopes up didn't you?" She continued happily. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I couldn't think of anything to say, all I could do was stare at her in disbelief. She must have put her underwear on when she opened the drawer before, I thought to myself. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"Obviously, your cock seems all right with just this much." She said, referring to the dark red cock covered in the precum that leaked out in the small amount of time I saw her in her skimpy underwear. She giggled again as she watched another load spurt out. My balls were really aching now and her almost nakedness wasn't helping at all. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She scooted towards me and sat cross-legged, our knees touching. She bent over to reveal her massive cleavage and my eyes followed downwards. She smiled at my lusting eyes and placed her right hand on my shaft. She gave it slow strokes and stopped at the fifth stroke to keep me on the edge. She placed her hands on my balls quickly and watched with an open-mouthed smile at my hands reach for my cock and stop at the last moment. I gritted my teeth in pain and breathed in and out at an accelerated rate. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She waited until I stopped convulsing and gave me two more painful strokes. I trembled and my cock twitched and flung around begging for release. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"Emily...Emily it hurts!" I screamed out gripping my knees tightly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"Aww, I know it does." She said, running her knuckle over my shaft. "Your balls must be in so much pain." She finished by cupping my balls and stroking my shaft. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">This process went on for another 20 minutes and at the end I couldn't take it anymore. I humped the air wildly and finally I had to stroke myself. I reached down to my cock and just as I felt the flick of my sweaty hands my wrists were grabbed, pushed against my chest and I was pushed down to my back. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She held me there for a minute or two, letting me calm down. Finally I relaxed my body, trying to keep my mind off of my aching balls and said to her "Please, Emily, I really need to cum. I can't take this anymore." </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She smiled, her face was only inches from mine. "Look down at my cleavage." She instructed, lifting her chest just a little further up from my chest. I slowly looked down and when I did, I felt my balls clench. Her breasts jiggled back and forth quite nicely and they were definitely well sized from this angle. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"Wanna touch them?" She asked seductively. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Normally I would have jumped at the idea. However, my balls felt like a steam roller was flattening them and that was just from looking at her magnificent breasts. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">What was I supposed to say? </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"...Yes." I muttered. I felt her grip loosen on my wrists and she let me bring my hands to her bra cups. I squeezed my hands and felt her firm breasts fill my palms. They were amazing! I would have loved to moan out but the noise I made was more of an "AHHHHH." </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">My balls clenched even tighter and I felt a terrible pain go all over my body. I kept feeling. I couldn't help myself. The more pain I felt meant I was just getting more and more insatiable. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She was giggling at me. My teeth were clenched and my eyes shut and I was humping the air. My mind went away; all conscious thought left me when I made contact with those luscious, entrancing breasts. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Her hand reached down and she formed a circle with her fingers. She held it just above my cock and let me hump the circle with my cock. She kept her soft fingers loose and controlled my stimulation by removing her hand every time I got too close. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I let out a frustrated yelp and collapsed on the ground behind me. Emily quickly dove on top of me and held my hands on the ground. I kicked my legs like a small child and whined in a similar fashion. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I didn't care anymore. I couldn't take it. I struggled against her furiously to get to my cock. She was so strong! No matter how hard I tried I could not get free of her clutches. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"Emily!" I screamed. "I need this! I can't stand it anymore!" </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">My eyes were shut and all I could hear was a pleasured purr. She took me to a standing position, my body hung in her arms like deadweight. She dragged me to her bed, sat me down against the headboard. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The next thing I knew, I was handcuffed and my ankles were tied with a thick rope. My cock stuck straight up and Emily was between my stretched legs, completely naked. Her hand were rubbing my thighs frustratingly and she watched hungrily as I gave slow, methodical thrusts with my pelvis. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Her hands wrapped around my cock, very carefully and she made sure to stroke it along with my thrusts as to keep the stimulation as little as possible. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"How bad does it ache?" She taunted, running her hands across my balls. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"Emily I can't stand this anymore, please I'll do anything...anything!" I begged and pleaded. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She giggled and removed her hands. She leaned in with her body and stuck out her tongue. She just barely licked off the precum from the head of my throbbing cock. Even from such a small touch I nearly came. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" I yelled as I felt my balls clench again. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"Shhh Jeff! Don't make me slap your balls. I know you won't like that." </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She slapped her hand across my balls anyway. An evil smile went across her face and she slapped again watching as I screamed out at the top of my lungs. My brittle balls could barely take a small breeze and the pain she was giving me made me wish I was dead. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Her other hand touched her pussy through her panties and she brought herself to an orgasm, slapping my balls. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She stroked my cock again, keeping it on the edge. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I lost all sense of time. I couldn't see the clock. My eyes at some point went blank and it was all I could to remove myself from the torment. Hours, days, weeks later, I had no idea. It could have been five minutes for all I know but she whispered, so softly I could barely hear. "Goodnight Jeff." </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I awoke to the noise of Emily's moans. I didn't have to look over to know that she was touching herself under the covers. I wanted to stay quiet but my mouth was so dry I coughed out loudly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"Oh you're awake!" She said in an elated tone of voice. "Good you can help me." </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She ripped down her side of the covers. She had a pink tank top on and the accompanying shorts were pulled down to her knees. She wore neither a bra nor panties. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"Lick me." She said with a smile. That's when I noticed that I wasn't restrained. She must have untied me as I fell asleep. As soon I began to move it hit me. Pain rippled through my body and I paused to cringe my face at the pain. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"Awwww." She cooed sympathetically "You've probably got a really bad case of morning wood, huh?" I nodded in pain and collapsed back down. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She marveled at the lump in the sheets and ran her fingers over it. "Hehe, you're so hard. Did I ever tell you how much I adore morning wood? It's my favorite. You're just so horny and stiff and you won't calm down for a very long time." She giggled, feeling the need to explain a common teenage boy's problem to me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"It hurts so much." I moaned. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"Oh I know, your poor blueballs must feel awful." She smiled and reached under the sheets. I felt her hand grasp my balls and roll them around. She squeezed and tugged them, bringing sharp pains to my stomach. I winced and struggled. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Her hand moved to my cock and stroked it. "I bet you just jack off to morning wood don't you?" She murmured, stroking methodically over my cock. "This much be soooooooo frustrating for you." She continued, running her hand over my balls and shaft. She went on "Soooo frustrating." </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"You must wake up every morning with this, don't you?" She shut her eyes and moaned for a second. "That turns me on so much." </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"I'm so wet..." She moaned. "mmmm, come here Jeff." She let go of my balls and grabbed me by my shoulders, brought my head down between her legs and ordered me to lick her. I stuck my tongue out and I could feel her heat against my face. Her juices filled my mouth as I sucked and licked her clitoris. Her thighs brought a vice against my face and pushed me in farther. She moaned out loudly and I could hear her hands rubbing her breasts through her tank top. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Two orgasms and a sore tongue later I felt her thighs' grip on my head release. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"Oh Jeff, that was soooo good." She muttered, holding my head with her hands. She took a minute to recover and lazily got off of the bed. I followed in only my boxers. My cock stuck straight up, and normally walking around would have softened it up a bit, but in the state I was in, it just wobbled back and forth at full mast. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I know, the morning should have been memorable. I was living any guy's fantasy. We showered together, changed together and she made sure I was hard the whole morning. For the life of me, I could not remember anything until she said. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"Hey we'd better stop, we don't wanna be late for school." </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She was teasing me on her couch at the time while her mom ate breakfast in the other room. I had blanked out to avoid the pain and her revelation took me by surprise. I had almost forgot that it was Wednesday. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"Yeah...you're right." I muttered. She zipped my pants back up trapping my aching cock and brought me to her car. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">At school she reluctantly left me to go to her first period class. At this point in my torture I didn't even try to concentrate. I stared at the board reading about Shakespeare or Virgil or something. My erection stabbed at my pants creating an obvious tent. I was glad we weren't doing something where we had to stand up. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Last week the class had to get into pairs. I was put with a cute girl a few seats away from me. It was so hard to focus on the assignment and she wasn't helping. She wasn't a bombshell or anything but any girl I got close to made my conscious mind turn off. I'm sure she was offended at my persistent stares but I had stopped caring about such things weeks ago. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The rest of the day went similarly until gym class. I dreaded gym class. I got changed in a stall like I always did and when I came out all of the girls seemed to have a very different attitude towards me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">We were playing volleyball and every girl seemed to have a newfound interest in my pants. They all stared at my crotch and it stayed stiff and throbbing the whole time. A few even winked at me. What had Emily told them in the locker room? </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Even the teacher looked at me oddly. I couldn't tell if it was a look of pity, or interest. Maybe both. Conveniently, the teacher assigned teams and worse, she assigned me to the team that had the sluttiest girls on it. All of them teased me with their tight tank tops and extremely short shorts. They were easily breaking dress code but our teacher was very lenient. I'm sure my blueballs had nothing to do the leniency either. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">At the end of class, Emily ran to me right away. Her two friends, followed as well, pushing me into a corner that the teacher couldn't see, or conveniently refused to go near. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"Spread your legs Jeff." She ordered. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"Emily, no please, I can't take that kind of pain!" I pleaded. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"Spread them." She repeated in a harsh tone. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"No, no I can't do it." </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"Girls." She commanded impatiently. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The two girls around her approached me too fast for me to react. They linked their arms with mine, shoved me against the wall and spread my thighs with their other hands. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"Emily! No! Please no!" I yelled drastically. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"Girls, remove his shorts, I wanna see his nuts before I squish them." </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The girls fought me and eventually got my shorts and boxers around my ankles. Here I was, two girls holding me down, naked from the waist down awaiting an unbelievable pain, screaming my head off. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Both of the girls to my sides giggled at my boner as it throbbed and stood straight up. They laughed to each other about the state of my balls, blue and swollen from more than a month of teasing. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"When he passes out I'll give you two a chance to kick at them, he won't be struggling as much." She taunted with a wry smile. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She pulled her leg back and I shut my eyes. Moments went passed and I opened them again. All three of them laughed very loudly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"Awww, poor thing, you really thought I was gonna kick you didn't you." </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I panted loudly, even with my great deal of fear, my cock still stood straight up and I couldn't take my eyes off of her top, bent at a slight degree. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"Comeon, let's have some fun with him." </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The next thing I knew, I was being dragged, naked through the hall until we entered the girls' locker room. I was dragged through countless wide-eyes girls as I was thrown onto a bench, back-down. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">"Is this him!?" I heard a girl question. A few others gawked at my blueballs, it was obvious they had never seen a pair so swollen and blue. Some had not even seen a naked guy before. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">My hands were tied with some kind of material, clothing of some sort. My legs too, tied around the bench. I was forced to keep my head down. Hands went all across my body. My crotch got a lot of attention as hands kept me on the edge. Lots of giggling and laughing were heard, far louder than my aching screams. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">All of them stopped and I felt a single hand caress my cock. It throbbed and pulsed at her touch and I could hear repressed giggles and moans as they watched precum shoot out of it as they listened to my painful screams and watched as I humped the air begging for that final touch. They took turns bringing me to the edge. Some had to be instructed when to stop, others brought me to orgasm but stopped at just the right point where I felt an incredible ache travel through my body. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The period bell rang but they continued on. My balls felt like they were about to explode. Then, the worst thing of all happened. They took turns slapping at my balls. Emily, I presumed, covered my mouth to muffle my screams as the hail of slaps came down. They started out gently, afraid of hurting me, until Emily, oh-so helpfully pointed out that I could take a lot more pain than that. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Slap after slap came and my whole body at one point was held down to prevent me from falling off. I screamed into her hand as I tried to crawl into the fetal position. They were having so much fun slapping me and I didn't see it stopping anytime soon. They continued the torture until my vision blurred. Emily informed them that I was just about to pass out. I don't think she cared about my safety one bit when she said "Hey he's gonna black out, Sandy let's do that thing you said earlier." </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">All of the girls converged on me and I felt the rough tip of a black marker run across my stomach. I struggled to get away but hey kept writing and giggling. I saw the flash of a camera go off several times. Two other girls kept me on the edge to hear me whine and cry out. I humped for their hands and every time I did, a flash went off. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">They untied me and sat me up. There were only six, maybe seven girls left; the rest had gone back to class. Emily wrapped her hand around my eyes and I felt a million hands rub my cock. They taunted me, asking me how long it had been, what it felt like and if I really wanted to cum. I humped constantly, much to their amusement, and in doing so kept myself achingly on the edge. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Eventually, minutes later they let me go, put my clothes back on over my aching cock and sent me back to class. Needless to say, we were all very late.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;">Chapter 10 </span></span><span style="font-family: "; font-size: 8;"><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Those are lookin’ kinda blue.” It was Melissa, examining my balls in her bedroom. Her two friends, Stephanie and Michelle found their own boyfriends to tease a month ago, near to my locker room encounter. It meant I was off the hook as far as that went. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“They hurt so much.” I mumbled, feeling her hands rubbing them around. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“They must, they feel so swollen and hard. I really wish I could let you cum.” She taunted repressing a smile. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Melissa, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.” I said wincing at the aching pain she was giving. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Yeah, what’s up?” She answered calmly, still teasing me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Um, it’s getting close to the end of the school year and we’re gonna be graduating soon…” I said trailing off. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Her hand went to my cock and stroked it slowly. She could only give me a few strokes before getting me to the edge. “And?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Well, I’ve got plans for college and I’m sure you do too. What about my orgasm?” I questioned blurting it out. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“What about it?” She responded bringing me to another spine-bending edge. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Well…am I going to be allowed to cum?” I insisted. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Probably not, why?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“But, but Melissa!” I complained loudly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Shhh, it’s tough I know but soon you’ll get used to blueballs and all the teasing. I’m sure you’ll make your future girlfriends very happy.” She giggled, tugging on my cock and bringing me to the edge. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I can’t go that long!” I whined out, begging for release. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I said be quiet. And yes you can go that long. Remember months ago when you claimed that you ‘couldn’t take it anymore?’” She said, raising an eyebrow and then went back to my balls. She waited for my silence and continued. “I told you, you’ll get used to the pain.” She advised, squeezing my balls for emphasis. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“And talk to Kelly tomorrow, she still has your key.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I haven’t talked with Kelly in forever.” I complained. “Can’t you just let me cum?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“No, you’re still bound by her rules, she’d be really mad at me if I let you cum. Talk to her tomorrow, I’ll tell her in the morning.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“But, but…” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I told you, no matter what I can’t do anything that she doesn’t allow.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">”Melissa please…” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Jeff, shhh, just sit there and ache for me, I’m trying to get myself off.” She put her other hand over my mouth to keep me quiet and continued teasing me the rest of the night. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The entire day I was very nervous, Melissa wouldn’t tell me any details about Kelly except that she was waiting for me after school. I’ve got to say, even after the past few months of pain, this day had to be the longest day of the year. I was so nervous I think I even got a little soft from time to time, and I couldn’t remember the last time I had gotten soft other than when I had to go to the bathroom. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The day finally ended and I rushed to Kelly’s locker. I had gotten there in less than a minute after the final bell had rung and was waiting on the tips of my toes against her metal locker. I was getting worried. I rarely saw her in school these days and I wouldn’t know if she was sick or not. Nevertheless I stood at her locker probably looking like a dork for a halfhour when she finally showed up. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“What do you want?” She said with a raised eyebrow and a disgusted expression on her face. She pushed me aside and opened her locker, making sure she didn’t make eye contact with me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Emily said I could talk to you.” I said meekly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She took books out of her locker and replaced them with the books in her hand. She was obviously more focused on her locker than my question. I doubted that I was even going to get an answer. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She packed her backpack, slung it over her back and said “You still haven’t told me what you want.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I followed her to the exit of the school trying to keep up with her. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Well…I was just wondering…when am I gonna get some relief.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She pushed the door to the school and walked through. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Why would you want that?” She said with a wry smile, enjoying my situation much more than I was. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Please Kelly it’s been so long.” I said trailing off, sounding very desperate. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She opened the door to her car and threw her stuff in. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Look I don’t know why you’re so obsessed with me. I told you it’s over and I mean it.” She said firmly, opening the driver’s side door. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“But, but Kelly! I just want to cum.” I said maybe a little too loudly for the parking lot. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“So what? Like I care about your stupid balls.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Why can’t I just jackoff?” I begged in a low whisper. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ew, gross. Of course you can’t do that. I told Emily to crush your nuts if you did that. I can’t believe you even thought that was a possibility.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“But I can’t go that long.” I was really getting desperate. “Plus…what about college, we’re graduating really soon…and I-“ </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I’ll probably put you in a cock cage at the last day or somethin’ I dunno.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“No, Kelly, you can’t, there’s no way I can go that long.” I was imagining being in college constantly horny. I couldn’t even imagine such a fate. Honestly, without any supervision I could probably find a locksmith or something. Anything really, I didn’t care I just wanted to cum! </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Poor thing.” She said with false sympathy. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She got in her car and was about to shut the door. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Kelly! Comeon you can’t do this to <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">me.</st1:place></st1:state>” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I can and I will.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“No, no I won’t let it happen, I’ll just jackoff right now!” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“No Jeff! You won’t, is that clear?” She said harshly with eyes as dark and cold as arctic stones. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I was stunned I had never seen her so frigid before. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Look.” She started. “If you’re a good boy with Emily for the rest of the year, I’ll consider giving you some kind of orgasm, ok?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Yes! please anything.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Even though she already had her sunglasses on I knew she had rolled her eyes. “Now is that all?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Yes Kelly.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“What was that?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Yes Mistress.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Better.” And with that, she shut the door on me and pulled away. </span><br /><br /><br /><span class="postbody">It was only a matter of weeks until graduation. Emily and Kelly had obviously talked and she did her best to make sure every day we spent together was as terrible as possible. I seriously lost count of the times I had been brought to the edge in an hour. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Despite the pain I knew it would be over soon and as I donned my graduation outfit and walked down the aisle to get my diploma. Most of the kids were thinking about their future or were just happy High School was over. I, on the other hand, was anticipating my orgasm! </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Of course there was still a few days left in the school year. Each day I was teased and tormented by every girl who knew about my predicament and even worse by the ones who knew I would cum soon. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Every girl wore their sexiest summer outfits knowing full well the staff wasn’t going to bust them on a clothing rule only a few days away form summer. It unfortunately lead to my wandering eyes everywhere and the ability for the common girl to give me blueballs just by bending over. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Finally, after many months of denial I met Kelly in the halls after our last period. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oh right, I almost forgot.” She giggled with a smile. “You wanna blow your load don’t you?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“YES!” I practically yelled. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She laughed again. “Well I think you deserve it. Oh hi Randy.” She said to the tall football player who had just arrived. He was humbly hanging his head in her presence and addressing her as mistress. Kelly put her stuff in his hands and they walked with each other making me follow. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I thought of a great idea last night, ya know, about your orgasm.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“What?” I said, hoping she’d quiet down a bit. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Well, I was thinking it could be a fun contest. He hasn’t cum in…how long has it been Randy?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Three weeks.” He mumbled. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Three weeks, right. So it would be really fun to watch you two compete for an orgasm.” She said with a smile. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Although Randy’s head was lowered I knew we had the same reaction. I assumed Kelly had “promised” to let Randy cum as well tonight. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“But you said you’d let me cum!” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“No I said I’d consider it. Now quit arguing, or else I won’t let either of you cum.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">We all rode in the same car to her house and needless to say we were both nervous as hell. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The next few hours left me stunned. She had gotten all four girls together at her house and had organized it the same way the Saturday games had been. It had been explained to me that it was going to go in the same fashion except that it would be standardized. One of us would go at a time and neither of use would know the other’s results until the very end. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Both Kelly and Emily wore their shiny black outfits whereas Melissa and Tina wore what they had on today. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The first challenge was with Tina. She happily dragged me by my erect shaft into the bedroom and plopped me down onto the bed. She wore a tight-fitting white t-shirt with a flower or something on it. She wore loose yellow shorts that were held on with their elasticity. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Do I need to explain the rules to you?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“No…” I said sullenly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Great, hold still, I gotta tie you down.” She said with a smile. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“You didn’t tie me down last time.” I pointed out. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Yeah, well, your balls weren’t this blue before.” She said with a light giggle. It seemed even she was amazed at the condition of my swollen balls. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I spread out my arms and legs and watched her crawl above me to tie handcuffs around my hands. She pressed her body on mine and I felt her pleasant warmth surround me. Precum leaked out and would have stained her shorts if she hadn’t skillfully raised her pelvis so it wasn’t touching my crotch. I felt the cold metal of the handcuffs grip my wrists. The clasp wasn’t too bad, at least not compared to what I was used to. She barely cuffed my ankles too, I figured I could probably get my ankles out of them if I really wanted to. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ready?” She asked with a raised eyebrow. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“…No.” I muttered. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Goodie! Now just relax ok? I haven’t gotten to tease this thing in forever. I can’t wait.” She got started right away, wrapping her warm hand around my beating cock. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Jeez, I can’t even touch you and you’re gonna explode.” She said taking her hand off again. She lightly let her finger drop down to the shaft and brought it slowly up and down its length. She moved her hand with my body, humping the air desperately, with delicate control. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I didn’t even know I was screaming until she put a hand over my mouth. I struggled against the handcuffs as I felt her fingers dance on my cock. How was she doing this! No girl in the past few months had been able to keep this much contact and still keep me from shooting my load. Also, I didn’t understand how I could tell her to stop with her hand over my mouth. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I suppose it wouldn’t have mattered. As I felt my cock start to engage she took her hand away and lowered her shorts. She kept my mouth covered and rubbed herself, moaning out in pleasure. Every once in awhile she would remove her hand from her pussy and give my balls either a slap or a firm squeeze to get her going. After a few minutes she was so excited I couldn’t tell when she was having an orgasm and when she wasn’t. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Finally she let her body collapse on the bed. Her wet hand now ran across my cock and balls, it seemed she wasn’t going to give me any rest. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“That felt soooo good.” She moaned out. “I can’t believe how achy these are…oh right.” She took her hand off my face insisting that I stay quiet. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“What about the competition?” I asked in a low voice. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oh, that. If you tell any of the other girls that I’m cheating for you I’m going to take your nuts and-” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I won’t!” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Good. I really want Randy to lose and plus, even I want these poor balls to get emptied, they just look so full and swollen.” She trailed off, rolling my balls in her hand. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">After a few moments of painful squeezing I asked “Why do you want Randy to lose?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I hate him! He’s such a jerk, back in freshmen year he asked me out. After a few dates I gave him a really good handjob and he said he really liked it but then a week later he was going out with Jenny.” She said with scorn on her face. I saw her lips curve to a smile and she said with a low laugh “But now the jerk-off has blueballs. Kelly even let me kick them around a little. Do you have any idea how much I am going to enjoy teasing him after you? I can’t wait! I’m going to give him the best handjob he’s ever had…again and again and again until he can’t take it anymore!” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She moaned out again. And I could see her panties getting wet. She stripped them off of her legs and put her hips above my head. She knew she didn’t have to say anything to me to command my tongue. I stuck my tongue between her lips and licked as hard as I could. She moaned out, obviously thinking of Randy, humping my mouth until she came in only a minute. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She took herself off of me and put her panties back on and then her shorts. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Look at the time we better get out of here.” She uncuffed me and let me wipe my face off with a towel. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I was sat in a chair outside the door with handcuffs around my two wrists. Melissa was sitting next to me playing with my cock while we all waited for Tina to finish with Randy. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Apparently Tina wasn’t giving Randy the same treatment I had been given. With his mouth uncovered we could all hear his rhythmic screams. I almost felt bad for him. The torture went on forever. I didn’t even hear him say stop and I couldn’t put my finger on why. Then I realized that Tina probably told him that I made it to some ridiculous time, or maybe she didn’t even tell him he could say stop. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Finally the door opened. Tina looked very flustered; I could only guess at how many orgasms she had had. When Randy walked out his balls looked about twice as swollen and sensitive as they were before. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Even Randy seemed surprised at his balls, I don’t think he was used to having such large and swollen testicles. Wait a few months, I whispered under my breath scornfully. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Tina gave me a cute wink as she exited behind him and I could tell she was still fantasizing about her revenge. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">All of the girls got ready for the next activity. This time we were separated into the upstairs and the basement. Emily and Kelly were with me, tying my balls up in rope and getting the weights ready. My arms were tied to an overhanging pipe and it stretched me out so that I could barely feel my body’s weight on the soles of my feet. I had to take in deep breaths for air and constantly pull down on the rope to feel comfortable. The rope hung loosely from my balls, swaying back and forth. The two girls were silently tying weights to my balls making the rope feel tighter and tighter. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">As they knelt down I got a very good view down at their cleavage. Kelly’s breasts were pushed out incredibly. Although her breasts, despite their enormity, stay high and firm and it looked like a push-up bra of some sort was forcing them out of her shiny black top. It didn’t help that her top formed a V and pressed her breasts even closer together making her cleavage look more amazing than I had remembered. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Precum started dripping out of my cock head and running down the shaft. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Emily wore more of a U styled outfit leaving more of her breasts exposed than Kelly. Both wore shiny skirts that looked too small for them and showed off a ridiculous amount of legs. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Emily knelt close to me and extended her body upwards. I felt her breasts run up my legs. They were on either side of my cock and she was giving me a lusting look. She took her breasts in her hands and fondled them slowly. Both of the girls giggled as precum dripped off of my balls to the ground. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She watched my aching cock throb and she blew on it sending it into tremors of pain. Precum shot out and she had to move her bust away from me and the preucm landed harmlessly on the ground. Emily giggled and pushed her breasts against my hips and held them firmly in her hands. She kept her eyes on me and pressed inwards, pushing her breasts against my crotch. I almost came but the pressure on my balls stopped me. She pressed in roughly and I felt the skin of her breasts crush my balls. This should have been a dream, having two very large breasts this close to my crotch. Instead, it was a nightmare and I was begging her to stop. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I thought you liked tits?” She asked innocently. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Emily please no, no more!” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She reluctantly let go. She move her face closer and gave my balls a sweet kiss. “Now it’s time for the real pain.” She said with a smile on her face. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“How much can he hold?” Emily asked. I felt more weight pull down on my balls making me cringe in pain. My eyes shut but I still caught glimpses of Kelly putting weights on my balls. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Are you sure?” Emily asked again, a tone of worry was in her voice. More weight. A greater interval than normal was applied. I gasped for air and tried my best to take the pain. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I whimpered out slowly, it was getting to be too much. I was just about to ask how I could submit and give up as I felt a cloth go into my mouth and another tie around my head making my question sound like an incoherent array of mumbles. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The weight seemed greater than I had remembered. It had been a long time since the last event and my increased frustration could have made the pain worse. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Another weight added. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I heard Kelly giggle. A blindfold was put over my face, shrouding my vision. I struggled against the ropes surrounding my wrists. I felt like I could tear down the piping I was in so much pain. My head moved side to side and I screamed out into the cloth. I heard giggles from the two girls and I felt another weight on my balls. I couldn’t take it anymore. I struggled even harder begging them silently for release from this awful pain. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The weight was suddenly gone. Emily took the weights in her hand and held them against my crotch as she spoke. I felt Emily’s body get close and I felt her firm breast compress against me. She whispered slowly. “You’re probably wondering how you’re supposed to give in?” She taunted, tugging on the rope. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Kelly and I decided that you’re going to lose.” She gave me a very tight tug and moaned out as I screamed at her. “I know, it hurts, but we just loooove keeping your balls all achy and painful for us.” I felt a warm hand caress my cock and soon it was wrapping around it, stroking it pleasurably. Was it Kelly? I had no way of knowing. It felt good though and it was bringing me close to the edge. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Kelly smirked and Emily continued. “You’re so pathetic, even with this much weight you still have a boner, I think that just means we need to add more!” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I grunted out and struggled against the weight begging them to reconsider. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I heard the clinking of the metal weight claps around the others and then she let the whole mass drop. I thought I was gonna blackout as the weights fell, tugging on my balls with the added momentum. She let me scream out in pain as the weights bounced up and down giving me a constant throb of pain. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The hand was still rubbing my cock and I felt precum dribble down it, lubricating the strokes. Despite the pain I was still getting close to an orgasm. I begged her to give me more but she took her hand away at just the right moment. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I made the biggest mistake I could have made. I humped the air. I don’t know if it was planned by them but both girls laughed uncontrollably as they watched me thrust my torso up and watched as the weights created more tension in the rope and tugged down on my balls even more. I stopped after three thrusts and tears ran down my cheeks and stained the cloth. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">They laughed harder and it fueled their sadism. Another weight was applied and I felt my whole body being tugged down by my balls. Fortunately, I couldn’t feel anything anymore. My vision was already dark and the transition was unnoticeable. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">A tug to my balls woke me up. The weights were gone and the blindfold and gag were off. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“He’s awake stop!” It was Emily. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Kelly stopped tugging the rope and gave my balls a slap that brought me back to full consciousness. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Kelly wiped precum off her hand onto my stomach, and after they untied the rope around my balls, I was let go. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I was thrown on the floor roughly. Melissa and Tina were with me, standing over me ready to go. I knelt above a paper towel with a cup on it. My cock stuck straight upwards, still throbbing from the earlier treatments. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The cup was much larger than the shot glass before and my spirits lowered as I knew I had to fill the entire thing. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Worried about that little thing?” Tina taunted, pointing at the empty cup. “Don’t worry about a thing, Jeff, I’m sure you can produce that much for us…especially with my help.” She said grinning, getting into position. Melissa got in front of me and bent over. She wore a very low-cut, red top and beneath I could see a very skimpy red lace bra. It was working. My cock instantly shot out a load of precum. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Whoa, slow down.” Tina cautioned. “Wait till I have this thing in position first.” She grabbed hold of my cock expertly, taking care not to set it off but still give it stimulation. It was angled painfully downward and I felt the precum being milked out of me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She forced me to get on my hands and knees and I sat there feeling like livestock as Tina milked the precum out of me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">After a few minutes Melissa asked “How’s he comin?’” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ok, I spose. Take your top off.” Melissa removed her shirt slowly and I watched hungrily as her breasts jiggled nicely in her very small bra. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Hehe, it’s working.” Tina giggled behind me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Melissa blushed a little and lowered the straps of her bra to her arms. It was indeed working as I felt precum flow out of my cock fiercely. I grunted out in pain as the ever-present ache of blueballs was magnified and always constant. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She unclipped her bra and she was holding it up with just her hands. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Halfway there.” Tina stated. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She lowered her bra slowly and I could just barely make out her nipples. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“It’s really comin’ fast now.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I could feel it too. My balls clenched over and over and I felt precum drip out of me, each one making my balls ache even more. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Drool fell out of my mouth a little and Melissa was showing off for me, bending over and jiggling her breasts with my hands. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Almost.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Her bra dropped and instantly I felt like Tina had taken my balls and ripped them off. Blueballs like I had never felt before clenched down on my nerves and I screeched in pain as I saw my best-friend’s magnificent breasts. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“There, that’s it, he filled it to the top.” Tina sounded elated and I was still crutched over in pain. “That was fun” Tina continued. “He really filled that up fast.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Melissa was smiling at me and putting her bra back on. Her shirt covered her again and I saw her wink at me and giggle just a bit. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I was set up with Emily and Kelly again. They took out an ice-shaped dildo that was hollow in the middle. I was handcuffed and put against the wall. They both taunted me, telling me I couldn’t do it. They wanted me to lose and I knew it. I felt the unbearable cold go over my cock and they laughed as I cringed at the pain. The ice was fitted perfectly and it slid all the way down my cock and touched my balls. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">After a minute my cock had only lowered a little. My long-term denial was keeping it up. Even I couldn’t get it to go down when I was trying at home with ice and clean thoughts, there was no way this piece of ice was gonna do anything. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Alas, they came to the same conclusion as I did. Emily got close to me after a long whispering session between the two girls. She gripped my balls. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“You are going to lose.” Emily said forcefully and I felt her grip tighten around my sack, causing my pain to skyrocket. I screamed out until her hand covered my mouth. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I begged her to stop but she just looked into my eyes with pleasure, crushing my balls. My cock started to go down and even she was surprised at its slow rate of descent. She squeezed harder and finally the ice fell to the floor. Emily wasn’t done. As if punishing me for the delay, she squeezed harder getting me completely soft. She squeezed and squeezed until she moaned out. She moaned out louder and louder and she came, came from my aching pain. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Finally she let loose. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“My turn.” Kelly muttered and got closer to me. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The contest was over and we all gathered in the living room. Randy and I were on the ground facing away from each other. We were both in tremendous pain. I could not imagine what Tina did to Randy. I was used to Kelly’s and Emily’s torture and they only tortured me out of pleasure. Tina, on the other hand, tortured out of revenge and despite her bubbly exterior, she looked like someone who would not hesitate to make your life as miserable as possible if you looked at her the wrong way. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The girls were discussing the results in the other room. I could hear Randy’s accelerated breathing and I knew he was just as nervous as I was. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">They came back into the room, standing around us. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“It was a tie.” Kelly stated. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Neither of us said anything. A tie could mean anything. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“So we’ve decided that both of you are cumming.” She said. I detected a hint of anger in her voice. It was obvious she didn’t like the ruling. I wanted to jump for joy! This was amazing. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Emily grabbed me by my cock and Kelly took Randy by his. We were both led to separate rooms. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I was put on a bed and tied down, my cock sticking straight out. Emily, Tina and Melissa surrounded me, getting as close as they could for the action. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Emily got close to me and let her body lay down next to my body. I couldn’t help but stare down at her cleavage, rubbing its way up on my body as she got closer. Her hands drifted across my thighs, stimulating my cock to drip out precum. I heard giggles, constant giggles the entire time as they all watched my cock shoot out precum. Emily took her hand to my balls and cupped them. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ready for it? This is what you’ve been waiting for all this time.” She stroked me up and down. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Yes please, I can’t wait.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She moaned out, stroking just my shaft. She let go and let Melissa go at it. Her hand caressed me gently and was forced to have minimal contact with my ready-to-spurt cock. She stroked slowly, ever-so slowly and brought me to the edge over and over. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She let go and Tina took her place. Tina was the worst. Again, both of the other girls could barely touch me but Tina somehow managed to get her whole hand around my cock and give me long full strokes. I struggled at the restraints and Tina was keeping me on the edge. I was on the edge for nearly two aching minutes. My mouth had been covered early on. Finally she let go. My cock throbbed for awhile as all the girls watched in pleasure. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Finally Emily touched me again. She rubbed my balls and shaft, anything to keep me stimulated. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ready?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Emily! YES! I need it!” I yelled out. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She stroked slowly, very slowly but I was going to cum. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Don’t worry I won’t stop when you start cumming, this is going to be the best orgasm of your life. Just relax, it’s over.” She cooed. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I let my body relax and felt the pleasure build. I was close, very close. I felt the cum getting ready to burst. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Kelly entered. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“What are you doing here?” Emily asked, letting my cock go. My balls clenched and I felt an aching pain coarse through them. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Kelly was covered. Cum was dripping off of her chin and down her breasts. Giant globs of it were all over her cleavage and you could see where the ropes of cum hit her upper chest and chin. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I gave Randy his orgasm and I didn’t want to miss Jeff’s!” She said happily. She seemed in an oddly cheerful mood and I couldn’t explain why. She smiled at me and her eye contact made my stomach twinge. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Fair enough.” Emily said. “Lucky girl, getting to see two sets of blueballs explode.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Kelly giggled back and watched intently at my aching balls. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Emily put her hand on my cock again. Oh it felt so good! </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Relax Jeff.” Kelly said this time. I was relaxing and I was ready! </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Feels good doesn’t it?” She asked. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ohhhh, ohhhh yes it does.” I moaned out. Emily was going so slowly but I was getting there, just a few more strokes left. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ya know what I was thinking?” Kelly said with a big smile on her face. “Jeff’s my slave isn’t he?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Emily responded hesitantly. “Yeah, so what?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Don’t you think I should bring him to orgasm?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">NO! I almost screamed out. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Yeah I suppose.” Emily said slowly. She let my cock go on my stomach, just one stroke away. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Kelly took Emily’s place and although I was nowhere near from soft, I was slightly farther away from orgasm </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I felt Kelly’s hand around my cock. It felt as amazing as I had remembered. I looked down at her cum-filled breasts. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“See all that cum? Isn’t that nice, I bet you can’t wait for that to be yours huh?” She asked, getting me to the edge. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She rubbed my balls. “These swollen balls are gonna get emptied and it’s gonna feel so goooood.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She stroked me again and I was right on the edge. “Are you ready?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Yes, oh yes I need it!” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ready?” She repeated. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Yes Kelly! I need it!” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Relax.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I let my body go and I felt her give me the last stroke. Pain and pleasure were indistinguishable. My balls clenched tightly in my sack and a huge stream of hot cum shot above my head, covering the headboard and forming a long line of cum on my chest. I couldn’t hear or see anymore. Everything went blurry. I could see the girls moving and I knew they were talking but nothing else. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Nothing else. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">My blurriness faded back to clarity and all the girls were silent. A single drop of cum was hanging by my cock head as it throbbed angrily. Kelly had stopped stroking me and nothing more had come out. She had even held my cock upwards by the very bottom of my shaft to reduce the friction from my stomach. The stream of cum and the droplet on the head was all that came out and my balls felt almost no relief. In fact, my blueballs, to my shock and horror, felt even worse. It was like slamming on your brakes going 80. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“What did you do that for!?” It was either Melissa or Tina I couldn’t tell. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“He got his orgasm.” Kelly responded sternly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“That’s not fair! He’s been waiting so long!” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“He’s my slave and I decide how he cums.” Kelly said dominantly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The rest of the girls hardly knew what to say. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Comeon Kelly.” Emily said. “That’s not fair, he’s been so good.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I don’t care.” She said coldly. “That’s all he gets.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Everyone was speechless. My mouth was so dry and I was so out of it from the half-orgasm that I didn’t even know what to say. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Kelly slapped my balls, my aching, denied balls. I nearly blacked out after just one slap. She squeezed and my cock grew soft. I saw her put a cage on me regardless of the other girl’s wishes. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“All of you out of my house.” She said. “And take Randy with you, I don’t want him anymore.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The girls reluctantly left one by one. Melissa was the last to go, her eyes were very sad. She knew there was nothing she could do for me. The girls seemed very dedicated to their rules. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I am going to have a lot of fun with you.” Kelly said to me with an evil smile. These balls are so sensitive.” She said rolling them painfully around. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I gotta tell you something Jeff.” She said with a smile. “You’ve always been my favorite. I’m never going to let you go…ever.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Behind Kelly’s back and just barely at my range of sight Melissa blew me a small kiss and gave me a little wink. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I hoped, you have no idea how much I hoped, that she had some way to get me out of this. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The End.</span></span></div>
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beggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496029123292410607noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006536387784256319.post-45320541304529123312008-04-13T17:51:00.000-07:002016-09-06T16:06:05.698-07:00Amber Chapters 1-7This was the first teasing and denial story I wrote several years ago (2004ish) for orgasmdenial.com. It contains a lot of ballbusting and teasing, chastity and female dominance. Anyway, enjoy my first work and let me know what you think.<br />
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<span class="postbody">"Amber" by Begger </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">It was Friday, I had been waiting for today for quite some time now. I was working so hard at my job that I needed a day off. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">My friends invited me to the local bar that night. The first thing I did was go and get a drink. I sat down and ordered a scotch. While the bartender prepared the drink I heard a woman’s voice. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Hi, I haven’t seen you around lately.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I focused on the bartender waiting for my drink. I turned my head to reply to her; that’s when I truly saw her. She was drop-dead gorgeous. Long brown hair covered her stunning face. I looked down to see a black dress covering her voluptuous body. She smiled as she caught me staring at her breasts. Her cleavage was obviously her best aspect. It took every muscle in my body to look back up to her face. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oh yeah, I’m just here with my friends.” I muttered. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Why are you alone at the bar?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">My throat was too dry to respond. I merely coughed out. I couldn’t believe this woman was talking to me. Usually I just sat quietly on a barstool drinking my scotch. I never have the courage to talk to such a beautiful woman. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The bartender handed me my drink as three of my friends came up to me. They got drunk fast and it was showing well. They talked to me for awhile as I tried to shorten our conversation as much as possible. I wanted to go back to talking to this woman. She seemed to read my mind as she said </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Meet me in the back, if you want some privacy.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">My friend was still babbling in my ear. I put my drink in his hand to shut him up and walked towards the back. I looked around the room until I heard her voice again. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Hey there sexy, I’m over here.” I turned around; she was sitting on a couch looking relaxed. I walked over and sat next to her. She smiled at me making my throat dry. I had never talked to a woman like this before. I was even more surprised that she was talking to me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She put her hand on my leg as I put my arm around her. We talked for awhile about ourselves introducing ourselves formally. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“So what do you do for a living Steve?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Well, Amber, I work for an insurance company.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“What kind of insurance?” She asked, moving her hand up my leg. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“C-car insurance.” I said choking on my words. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She moaned slightly letting her hand move closer and closer to my crotch. I was hard a long time ago and she knew it. The more erect my cock became, the more flirtatious she was. She let her body bend down so I could get a better shot of her breasts. I caught myself staring at them again and I looked at her face to see a giggle come out of her. I smiled shyly. She inched closer to me letting her hand go right over my crotch. Her breasts pressed against my right arm making my cock become rock-hard as her hand gripped my crotch slowly and released. I felt a drop of Pre-cum stain my boxers. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She smiled at me and moved my hand on her hip and then kissed me again. I raised my hand closer and closer to her breasts. My hand began fondling them. I’ve always been a breast man but I have never fondled such big breasts before and my cock was definitely showing signs of it. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She put her hand on mine. I was worried, I thought I may have gone too far with her. She took my hand and squeezed, letting me feel just how firm they really were. Now both my hands were fondling her and I nearly lost control of myself. She moaned to me and whispered warm air into my ear. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Maybe we should find a place to continue this.” She asked </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">My throat was too dry to respond; I merely nodded and rose off of the couch. We walked together to my car as I spotted my friends partying at the other end of the bar. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The car ride itself left us silent. I finally decided to speak up. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Do you want to go to my place or yours?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I was thinking…more of a hotel. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I spotted one up ahead and pulled into the driveway. We walked in to the front desk and requested a room from the person behind the glass. As the woman retrieved the keys and information, Amber began massaging my cock that was still as hard as it was from the bar. As we got our keys, Amber smiled and we walked to our room. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The hotel room itself was what I had suspected. Two double-beds, a TV and a bathroom. Amber walked in first and sat down on the bed letting her long sexy legs drape over the side of the bed playfully. I sat down next to her, loosening my tie and letting it drop to the ground as well as taking my shoes off. She resumed massaging my cock again, bringing me to the edge of explosion. She unbuttoned my pants leaving my tented-boxers exposed. She giggled again at the bulge in my pants hesitating to touch it. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Lay down, get comfortable.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I did as she asked, letting my head hit the pillow. She bent over me and crawled towards my head letting her breasts jiggle back and forth. She sat on top of my legs and began unbuttoning my shirt. She slid it over my head. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She kissed me again and slid my pants down leaving me in just my boxers and socks. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Stay there” she said. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I couldn’t believe what was happening. I’ve never been very successful with women. Although I’d consider myself attractive, I never have the courage to approach a woman. Now this bombshell was going farther with me in one night than I’ve gone in an entire week with a girl. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She came back with her purse and crawled over me leaving her breasts inches from my face. She sat up on my chest letting me just barely see her crotch. She smiled and took my right hand into hers. She took her purse and pulled out a handcuff. That made me regain my senses. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Wait…what are you doing?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She didn’t stop as she responded to me, locking the cuff around my wrist. “Don’t worry Steve, it’ll be fun.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I…I don’t know.” I said weakly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She smile at me and locked me to the bed post. “Well, if you don’t like it I suppose I can just let you go home and you can have another romantic night with your hand.” Then she began with my other arm. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The prospect of me jacking off another night didn’t hold a candle to the woman above me. Her breasts pressed against my face again as she locked my left hand to the bed post with another handcuff. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She took two more handcuffs and began on my feet, cuffing each one to the post at the bottom of the bed. As the last cuff clicked her face changed dramatically. No longer did she have that sensual look on her face, instead she had a look of guile. She kneeled down between my spread legs and lowered my boxers. My stiff cock lay on my chest in a pool of pre-cum. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“oooh, big boy” she said as she looked at my 8 inches. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She took it in her hand and played with it, stroking it up and down. She took it so it stood straight up and rubbed it fast at first, and then slower as I got closer to cumming. She smiled at me letting her hand stop at the very top of my cock which had a drop of precum forming on it. One more stroke and I would have gone over the edge. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She let it go on my chest letting it splash in the pool of precum already there. I groaned out loud which was received with a laugh from Amber. She let me calm down a little bit and took it back into her hand. She worked slowly massaging it up and down slowly. Her hand was only working below the head. She worked on me for what felt like hours but I knew it was only a few minutes until I was right at the edge. She held my cock still pointing straight upwards. She took her other hand and massaged my balls making precum spill out of my already-purple head. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ugh…please Amber…let me cum.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She only laughed at my predicament and continued massaging my member. I couldn’t take it anymore. I started humping her hand as much as I could. All I needed was a little bit of friction and I would explode. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She let my cock go and fall onto my precummed stomach. I was left there still humping the air. “No, no, no, Steve. If you’re gonna do that I’m just gonna leave.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I’m sorry, I just need to cum really bad” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She giggled “When was the last time?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“What do you mean?” I asked weakly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oh comeon, the last time you jacked off?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I don’t really remember.” I replied, trying to change the subject. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She stroked my cock with one finger, giving me enough friction to leave me on the edge. It was torture, I couldn’t take it anymore. “About three days.” I muttered. She stopped stroking me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“What was that Steve?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Three days.” I said a little bit louder. She moaned to herself just enough so I could hear her. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I guess you do really need to cum, I was wondering why your balls were blue already.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I looked down to my crotch and saw that she was indeed correct. Not cumming for 3 days and then being completely erect for several hours was taking its toll on me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She held my balls in her hand and said “Wow! These are really heavy. I’ve bet you’ve got a huge load built up in here.” I only moaned out. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She took her nails and raked them up and down my shaft focusing especially purple head. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oh Amber. Pleeeeeassse!” She didn’t respond. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She looked at my eyes leaving my cock alone. She crawled over to me leaving her huge breasts pressed against my face. She leaned over to my ear and whispered softly “You know when I said this would be fun? Well I didn’t mean it was going to be fun for you.” She said with a giggle. At that I struggled and squirmed against the handcuffs leaving Amber to laugh uncontrollably at me. She slid herself back to my cock. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She played with my cock a bit longer until I burst out “Amber, you…you can’t do this to me. I HAVE to cum.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She massaged me even slower and said “Welllll, your balls are really blue. Do you really want to cum?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oh, god yes!” I begged desperately. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">With that she took the base of my cock in her hand and lowered her face over it. She took my cock into her mouth and held it there. It felt like an eternity that she was just sitting there. I tried pushing my cock up and down. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She took my cock out of her mouth and let it plop down. “Noooooooo!” I yelled out. She smiled at me and said “If you can’t stay still, I’m not going to let you cum at all. Plus, I think a blowjob is a little too much for you anyway.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“No please. I’ll be still, please just suck me off!” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Awww, poor thing. Your balls must ache SO much.” She held them in her hands and bobbed them up and down as if weighing them. “I think they got a little bit heavier, no doubt a lot fuller.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I promise I’ll be still, just let me cum.” I pleaded. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“You promise you’ll stay still?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Yes, please just suck me.” With that she lowered her head over my cock taking in all 8 inches. She slid my cock in and out of her mouth slow enough to keep me on the edge. My balls felt as if they were going to explode! She took her mouth off of my cock and licked all the way up the shaft, lubricating it. Her hand grasped the shaft and rubbed my cock up and down. By now, ropes of precum shot out of my cock and onto my stomach. I cried out to her to let me cum but she just smiled. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Remember Steve, if you move, I’m going to stop.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I promise I won’t, just let me cuuuumm.” She rubbed my cock faster now. I could feel the cum building up inside me. She was just going to give me that last satisfying stroke when she suddenly stopped, holding my cock straight up. I groaned out loudly begging her for release. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Steve, if I let you cum, how will I know that I’m going to get an orgasm?” </span><br /><span class="postbody">“I promise, I’ll do anything to get relief…anything.” </span><br /><span class="postbody">“How do I know you’re not one of those selfish guys who cums without considering what I want.” </span><br /><span class="postbody">“I’m not, I promise I’ll give you an orgasm…as many as you want!” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She crawled over to me and sat on my chest, she was rubbing her clit through her dress. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Lick me Steve, give me an orgasm.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I licked her clit hesitantly making her moan. She was obviously horny from what she was doing to me. Her nipples were pushing out her dress. I licked her to an orgasm and looked past her huge breasts to her face. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Mmmmm, you did that so well Steve. Give me another. Remember, you said as many as I wanted.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I licked her again to another orgasm and then another. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oh my God Steve, that feels so good. I just love orgasms…don’t you?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She laughed at me as I moaned out to her. “You know, Steve, you’ve been really good to give me all those orgasms. I think a reward is in order.” Yes! I thought to myself. My balls were going to burst if I went too much longer. She removed each strap from her shoulder revealing an unbelievable black bra showing even more cleavage than her dress letting precum flow freely from my cock. She bent over to give me a direct view of her breasts and unclipped her bra. The bra slid off her mounds as she put it over my eyes blocking my vision. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oh please, let me see them.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“You don’t want to cum anymore? See, I knew if I left your cock alone for awhile, you’d feel a lot better.” </span><br /><span class="postbody">“No, let me cum, that’s what I meant please!” </span><br /><span class="postbody">“Well, which is it. Would you rather see my breasts, or get relief.” </span><br /><span class="postbody">“Give me relief! I need it!” </span><br /><span class="postbody">“Oh my God! You would rather cum than see my breasts! Before when you were fondling them, I thought you thought they were beautiful, but I guess you just wanted to cum.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“No that’s not what I-“ </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I hate guys like you; all you want to do is shoot your load!” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“No please, I want to see your breasts. They’re the best I’ve ever seen.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She looked sympathetic and said “Well, ok if you really mean it. She took the bra off of my face and let it drop to the floor. Her breasts were amazing. Her nipples were perfectly shaped to fit her incredible breasts. She pushed them in my face and batted them back and forth. Even more precum spilled out of my cock. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She grabbed a key from her purse and began to unlock one of my cuffs. “If I unlock you, do you promise not to touch yourself?” I nodded. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She unlocked it and took my hand to one of her breasts. They felt even better than before. Her soft globes rolled in my hands. “How do you like them?” She asked. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I love them, they’re so soft. Just please...” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Yeah, Steve?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Could I please cum, my balls ache so much.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She looked over her shoulder at my throbbing cock. “Well…they do look really bad. Do they feel really bad?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Yes, so much.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She locked me and slid back down to my legs and held my throbbing member in her hand. She rubbed me slowly until a huge load of precum shot up in the air and back down again. “Ooh! That was a big one. You must really need to shoot your load.” She said with a grin. She rubbed again and another bigger load shot out. “Wow! That one was even bigger. Wanna see if we can make an even bigger one come out?” In my head I screamed at her to let me cum. I didn’t want to compromise the situation though. It was best to keep her happy. “Yeah, sure Amber, see if you can make a bigger one come out…It’ll be fun.” She giggled happily and rubbed even slower. After a short while an even larger load shot out to my chest inciting a stream of laughter from Amber. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“This is so much fun Steve but you really need to cum don’t you?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I exhaled sharply. Oh yes I needed to cum! I said to myself but I just nodded. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ok, get ready. It’s gonna feel…incredible.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I laid back and relaxed. She rubbed my cock faster and faster until I was gonna explode. I felt my cock contract and shoot out the first load of cum on my chest and then it stopped. Amber was giggling uncontrollably, she had pulled my balls down at just the right moment to stop me from cumming. She finally let go of my balls as they bounced back into the sack. A small bit of cum oozed out of the head. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Why! Why did you do that!?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She finally stopped laughing and she said “If I let you cum, then I couldn’t have anymore fun with you.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“No Amber, come on. I really need relief. I don’t think I can take it anymore.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Your balls are so dark, they’re like, purple now!” She took my sack in her hand. “So heavy too…” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I’ll do anything…anything to cum.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Aww, you sound so sad. Don’t worry though, I’ll be back for you.” She said as she got up. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“What do you mean back!?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I’m tired. I’m going to go home for the night and I’ll be back in the morning. Please try to get some sleep Steve.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="postbody">Amber Chapter Two- </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Try to get some sleep” she said to me as she left. You can imagine how much sleep I really got in the state I was in. At some point I must have drifted off, daylight had woken me up. I looked down at my cock again. My balls were still a dark shade of blue and my cock was lying in a pool of my own precum. I couldn’t believe what I had gotten myself into. All I wanted to do was relax from a tough week at work and now I just wanted some relief! I couldn’t believe she had left me here overnight. I wasn’t even sure how I was going to get out of this mess. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">That’s when I heard the door being unlocked. Amber must have come back. Maybe if I play it cool, she might have sympathy on me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The door handle jiggled and I heard footsteps coming into the room. As the door shut I was expecting Amber to walk in but instead it was much worse. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">It was a hotel employee. She walked in and screamed when she saw me. Neither of us was expecting the other. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“What happened to you!?” She exclaimed. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">At this state of hardness all I could think of was sex and this woman wasn’t making it easy to be serious at all. Her outfit looked several sizes too small. Her skirt was well above her knees and her blouse had buttons on it but only a few of them were buttoned. I was convinced that with the size of her bust, there was no way she could button that shirt all the way. It took me a few seconds to stop staring at her but I managed to respond. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Please help me, I met this girl at a bar and she tied me down like this.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Amber had left the keys to the handcuffs on the table in between the two beds last night to taunt me. My hand just barely missed them as I struggled against the restraints. The maid went to go for the keys when she stopped, spotting the pool of precum and the color of my balls. She had a look of question on her face. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“She was teasing me” I began “She wouldn’t let me cum.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The maid bit her lip mischievously and sat on top of the bed. As she did, her breasts jiggled a little bit letting my cock cough out another load of precum. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“How long has it been?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oh please, just unlock me” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Don’t be so difficult. It’s just a simple question. How long has it been, you know, since you last had an orgasm.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I…I don’t know, can you please just give me the keys.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Look, if you’re going to be difficult, maybe I won’t help you at all.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I wanted to scream at her to give me the keys. My balls were going to burst and I needed relief now! </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude. It has been four days. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She bent over and grabbed my balls, massaging them. That sensation, along with the incredible view of her cleavage made my cock shoot out two consecutive loads. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Mmmmm, it sure feels like you’ve been denied for a lonnnnnng time.” She emphasized the word long by rubbing her hand up the shaft, which further added to the already large pool under the head. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Please, just unlock me” I pleaded. She walked over to the side table and picked up the key and went back to kneeling over my crotch. She took the steel key and raked it slowly over my shaft. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Do you really want me to unlock you?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oh God yes!” Please!” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“How bad?” She said still running the key back and forth. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ugh! More than anything in the world.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Awww, you sound like you really need to cum and by the size and weight of your sack I bet you’re just ready to burst.” I moaned out. “The thing is, I really want to unlock you and let you explode…” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">With that she put the key on the table and continued “but you were staring at my breasts way too much.” She finished with a devilish smile. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Nooo, please I’ll do anything…anything! Just unlock <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">me.</st1:place></st1:state>” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“See the thing is…I could either have you do anything I want and let you cum. Or…” She said as she grabbed my balls and squeezed, giving me minor pain. “I can have you do anything I want anyway and leave you here without an orgasm.” She said with a pouty look. I merely groaned. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have a personal slave. And I’m sure you’d just love to be my slave right?” She said, squeezing my balls looking for an answer. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ah, yes…yes I’d love to be your slave. Just please…don’t hurt <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">me.</st1:place></st1:state>” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Awwww, I bet with your balls all blue like this they’re extra, extra sensitive.” She took her hand back and smacked me HARD leaving me to scream in pain. “WOW, they are sensitive. I barely touched them!” She laid a softer smack to my aching balls. “Just imagine what it’s gonna feel like when I really hit them!” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I begged for her to stop but it seemed to make her even hornier and more sadistic. She loved seeing me in pain and screaming out as she dealt more and more blows to my balls. The final one she gave was from the back of her hand, letting the knuckles make contact. I tried to scream out but no sound made it out of my mouth. Tears ran down my face as I pleaded for her to stop. Every muscle in my body struggled against the restraints. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oooooh, looks like that one hurt.” She was rubbing herself through her panties and had obviously had several orgasms. “I’m not all mean though. Here I’ll make it feel a lot better.” She unbuttoned three more of the buttons on her shirt leaving only two left. She wasn’t wearing a bra and I could just barely see the edges of her nipples. Her giant tits looked like they were going to burst from her shirt at any moment. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Wow, you really like staring at my breasts don’t you…what was you’re name again?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I coughed out “Steve” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ok then Steve. If you like my breasts so much I have a little game we can play.” I moaned out in frustration. “You like games, don’t you?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Yes, I love them…” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Call me Mistress.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I love games Mistress.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oh goodie! I love playing games, especially with horny boys.” She said with a smile. “Ooh, we can’t start you off like this” She said looking down at my now-stiff cock. “Ok Steve, make it soft again.” She said playfully, knowing full well that I couldn’t. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I…I can’t.” I said weakly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Look Steve I’m serious, make it soft or I’m going to do it for you!” She said in a forceful tone. I moaned out in frustration. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Why do boys have to be so difficult?” She said with a sigh of false reluctance and then grabbed my balls. She gave them a hard squeeze. I begged her to stop again and again but she just ignored my pleas and squeezed harder until finally the swelling went down. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Now Steve, was that so hard?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I shook my head now with tears in my eyes. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Good, now let me explain the rules of the game. I’m going to try to make you as hard as I can for 30 seconds. If you are rock hard at the end of 30 seconds I get to do whatever I want to you for a full minute. But if you can stay soft the whole time, then you can do whatever you want with me…well,” She rolled her eyes giggling “as long as you don’t cum.” She went to start her watch. “Oh and because I’m so nice, I’m going to add an extra rule. I can’t touch your cock at all unless you close or avert your eyes away from me. Doesn’t that sound like fun to you? I tried to make it as fair as I could.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Yeah.” I said hesitantly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“You don’t sound very enthused.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">With my dry throat I did my best job to yell out “Yeah it sounds fun, Mistress.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Great! Let’s beg-ohhhh.” She began as she noticed my rock-hard cock. “Now this is your first time so I won’t penalize you for that. I wouldn’t want you to lose right off the bat!” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I got out the ‘Th’ in thanks just as she grabbed my balls. It took even longer than last time to get my cock down. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ok, I’ll start the watch. I’m putting it on the timer.” My cock was already starting to grow back, this was going to be impossible. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Just as the beep of the watch started she got right to work. She slid right up to my face and shoved her cleavage in my eyes. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Don’t look away Steve. I don’t care who you are but you’re not going to resist me touching your cock!” She rubbed her tits against my cheeks and then popped her tits out all the way for me to see. They were incredible. In my delusional state all I could do was faun over them bouncing in front of my face. My cock shot out load after load of precum. My balls ached more than they had all of last night. My vision blurred from the ecstasy and apparently the timer had gone off because she stopped. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Wow 30 seconds already. That went by fast. Ok let’s see how you did.” She said excitedly. She made a show of putting her breasts back into her blouse and buttoning up the 5 buttons. She was prolonging the judgment. As she buttoned up the last of the 5 buttons she said </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“All right, let’s see how well you did.” She sounded hopeful. She looked back and gasped “You’re…you’re so…hard. I moaned out. She began giggling uncontrollably. “Haha, look at it twitch.” She got off of my chest and back between my legs to get a closer view letting me finally see the results. My cock looked in awful shape. Her gasp didn’t even begin to describe the look of my beat-red cock. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">It was indeed twitching uncontrollably. Precum was running down between my thighs and onto the bed cover. My balls were a terrible shade of dark purple, almost black. The maid’s smile was stretched across her face as she was transfixed on my aching cock. She giggled over and over. She took her hand near my cock which just made it ache even more. Her finger poked the shaft for less than a second sending it into spasms. She burst out laughing as my face turned red from the embarrassment. She took her finger and put it at the base of my cock and slowly dragged it up the rod until it got to the head. She grabbed her hand back as if it was a hot poker letting my cock spill more precum from my stomach to the bed. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Well Steve” She repressed more laughter. “I think you might have lost.” She burst out laughing again at me. “You know, part of me thinks your poor balls have suffered enough.” She looked sadly into my eyes and then that familiar bitchy look flashed across her face again. “Then the other part of me says, ‘think how sensitive those black balls are. Think how badly a nice swat is gonna feel.’” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“No please, don’t hurt me. They ache so much already.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“That’s why this is going to be so much fun.” She started the stopwatch for a minute and began working my balls over. She slapped softly at first and observed my reactions. I screamed out at the immense pain from the gentle swat. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She whispered to herself just enough so I could hear her “this is gonna be more fun than I thought.” She took her hand further up and really let me have it. A huge swat hit my balls making my body convulse. I coughed with a dry throat as another swat hit me again. My vision blurred and everything went dark. </span><br /><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Hey there. You awake. You better not be faking this!” I felt my body being shook but my eyes stayed closed. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Hey! Wake up!” I felt my balls being grabbed and then squeezed. My eyes shot open. “There you are. You must have blacked out.” She said comfortingly. I made a groaning noise. My balls were on fire! The pain was taking over my entire body. I was so glad it was over. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I’m glad you’re awake, we still have another 30 seconds left.” She said as she held up the watch to my face. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Please no! My balls, I can’t take anymore.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oh stop it. You’re balls are fine. Here see…” She said with her hand playing with my sack “Now where’s the other one? Oh here it is! See they’re fine Steve, just a little squishy.” The mere holding of them made my stomach churn in pain. “Well anyway, I’m not gonna bend the rules of our game just because you can’t take a little pain.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Please, they hurt so much.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“You heard what I said. You wouldn’t like it if you won and I said you couldn’t do what you wanted. Men can be so selfish.” She said as she crossed her arms. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I’m sorry” I coughed out “Please continue, you’re right.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“That’s more like it, now just relax. I’m not stopping again.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She began again working my balls over. They hurt even more this time, each hit sending shocks through my body. After what seemed like an eternity she stopped. I had been holding my breath, I quickly exhaled. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I’m so sorry Steve, but I never started the timer again. We’ll have to start over.” I went to object but she activated the watch and squeezed my balls to keep me silent. Again she slapped them over and over until I was crying and squirming like crazy. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The timer went off and she gave me one last hit with her knuckles. Her pussy was dripping from her many orgasms.” Let’s see here.” She said playing with my sack again. “There’s onnnnneee, and…I can’t seem to find the other one. Haha, your face is so pale. I think…yeah here’s the other one!” She said energetically. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">My vision came back as my balls went from pain to just being numb. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Do you wanna play again?” She asked. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“NO!” I yelled. She giggled back to me, putting her watch back on. “Ooh, look at the time, I have to go clean other rooms now though.” She said with a sad look on her face. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I closed my eyes and moaned. “Oh comeon, I didn’t hurt you that bad! You’re balls are still fine.” I groaned out again, I couldn’t even form real words anymore. “Ohh, poor thing. I hate to see you like this. Here I’ll do something special for you. Would you like that?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">All I could do was grunt. “Ok then buddy.” She unbuttoned her shirt all the way down and shoved her bust into my face. “See all better now right?” She was shaking them back and forth in my face. Even in my elated state I still couldn’t help but admire her enormous chest. I moaned out with pleasure as she squeezed her breasts together on my face. “There” she said, pulling herself away. “Oh you want more?” She said happily looking at the smile on my face. She bounced up and down on my chest as I was transfixed on her jiggling breasts. She stopped and looked behind her “Hm, I think your cock needs some attention too.” She slid herself between my legs and toyed with my shaft. “See, you’re cock is fine, I didn’t hurt you that bad.” She took the rod and bounced it in her hand. “I’m glad you’re ok, I want this to be as stiff as possible.” She took my cock between her tits and slid it back and forth. She did this until precum appeared on the tip and then stopped, letting it drop to my stomach. I groaned out, my balls were aching again now. She took the shaft in her hand and rubbed it quickly with her hand on my balls. “I want to give you something to remember me by…” She said. She was really gonna let me cum! I thought to myself. She rubbed harder and harder until my cock convulsed and my balls got to the top of my sack. I relaxed as I waited for pleasure to swoop through my body. However, just as that first wad of cum got to the tip she squeezed hard on my balls and pulled them to the bottom of my sac. Cum oozed out of the head as she kept it in her hand, still squeezing my balls on the bottom of my sack. No more cum came out. “No! Please you can’t do this, I have to cum!” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I said I wanted to give you something to remember me by, and I did. A nice big set of big blue balls!” She let go of my cock and let it drop down onto the drying precum. I groaned out to her, begging her to give me relief. She just shook her head giggling at me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ok Steve I still have to clean this room.” She went back to the cart and grabbed a few cleaners and went to the table in the corner. She made a show of bending over a much as she could to give me a good shot of her ass. She pretended to drop things on the ground near me and bend over to reveal her still-exposed breasts. She got a feather duster out and began with the TV and then moved to the table next to me. She walked to the end of the bed to put it away and stopped. “I wonder what would happen if…” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She turned around and knelt between my legs again. “Wow, you’re still rock hard. I can’t imagine why…” She said innocently. She took the duster to my throbbing cock and dusted back and forth fast. “Ugh UGH UGH!” I yelled out but that last bit of friction never came. Instead, globs of precum were flowing from my cock. It was coming out in wave after wave. My balls were aching horribly and my cries were showing it. The maid just laughed at me and continued. “Let’s see how much precum I can get out of you.” She continued on forever. The liquid was pouring off the insides of my thighs and soaking the bed. I wasn’t sure which was more soaked, her pussy or the bed cover. She finally stopped. My cock was thrashing spastically. Tears were dripping down my face. “Oh my! Look at it go.” She said pointing at my twitching cock. She put her hand on my balls and rolled them around. “I think they returned to their full size again,” she said “and then some!” She added. “Ok, well I gotta go to other rooms. I still have a job to do.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Wait…mistress?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Yeah hun?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Can you please unlock me? We had so much fun.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oh right. Oh well I’d love to unlock you so you could give some relief. The thing is though…what’s in it for me?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Anything I’ll do anything you want. I can pay you, in my pants.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“What do I look like? A whore? Plus…” She walked over to my pants and withdrew my wallet. She opened it and took out the $120 inside. She put the wad of cash down her blouse and said “I can just take this anyway.” I moaned out desperately. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She was about to leave when she said “Oh right, Steve. Could you hand me that bottle over there?” I looked over and noticed that she had left her window cleaner on top of the table. I looked back at her. “Oh right” She laughed “I forgot.” She walked over and took the bottle into her hand. She walked back to the door. She leaned over and kissed my cock and balls making it spew precum. She giggled and smiled at me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Bye Steve. Keep those balls blue for me.” She said as she walked out of the door.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="postbody">Amber Chapter Three- </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I let my body relax for awhile. My balls were aching from the pain and the denial. The precum was drying on my stomach and inner thighs as I fell back asleep. The night before had left me very tired, and the ball busting made it a lot easier to drift off. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I awoke again to the sound of the door opening. My balls felt less pain from the maid’s torture but still ached terribly from not having an orgasm in such a long time. I looked up and saw Amber walking through in an even sluttier outfit than before. This time she was in a white business shirt and a high-cut skirt. The shirt itself was buttoned all the way up but it was obvious she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it. She walked to the end of the bed and turned to look at my face. “How are my Balls-“ She looked down. The stream of dry precum running down my groin area and my throbbing, twitching cock made her gasp and put her hand to her mouth. She looked back to me for an explanation. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I started to explain to her about the maid who had come in to torture me. As I began she stroked my cock slowly bringing me to the edge and keeping me there. She kept asking for more details, how I felt, how hard she hit me and exactly how much precum was drained from me. It was obvious she was getting very turned on by what I said. When I finished she had to force herself to stop laughing. She looked down at my cock which was feeling even worse now that she had been stimulating me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“You know Steve, I’ve been worried about your balls. They look pretty bad.” She rolled them around in her hands making the shaft twitch constantly. “I can’t believe how dark they are, they look almost black!” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">All I could do was moan. She wasn’t the one who had to feel it! </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I don’t really want to cause you permanent damage.” Yeah right! I said to myself. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She walked over towards the phone on the table. “Hello, this is Amber from room 134, is there a nurse in the hotel.” I could hear only a faint voice on the phone. “Yes, I see…right now? Great! We’ll be right down.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She sat on my chest again and took the key from the table. “I’m gonna unlock you ok, we have to go to the nurse’s office. Can I trust you to control yourself?” I nodded slowly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ok good.” She said as she unlocked the first handcuff. She unlocked the next and my arms got some relief, they had been tied for almost 24 hours. Then she finished with my feet. She rolled me over. The pressure on my cock was excruciating. I fought every muscle in my body not to bring myself to an orgasm. There was no telling what she would do with me vulnerable like this and especially after I gave her ideas from the maid. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She took my arms behind my back and handcuffed them together. “Ok Steve, get up.” I rose to my feet at the side of the bed. My boner was standing straight up inciting giggles from Amber. “Well we can’t have that, can we?” She went to the end of the bed and grabbed my boxers, pulling them up my legs, my cock still tented through the fabric. Amber went to the bathroom and grabbed a robe. She came around the back of me and wrapped it around but still leaving the garment open in front. “Can’t we tie it?” I asked. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Haha, no silly. Don’t worry, there won’t be that many people around, it’s almost nighttime.” We walked out of the door and to the front desk. The woman behind the glass looked up slowly, obviously bored of her job. Her eyes opened wide as she spotted my huge boner protruding through my boxers and a wet spot of precum soaking through. I blushed and looked down. Amber asked her “Hi, where’s the nurse’s office?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oh…um, up here by my left. What…what’s wrong with him?” She said cocking and eyebrow at me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oh here.” Amber began, lowering my boxers. I began to object but she cut me off. “His balls are really dark. He drips precum like crazy…see?” She said as she coaxed a drop out of my cock. I moaned desperately. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oh my!” The woman said behind the glass. “How long has he been like that?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I forgot, how many days Steve?” Replied Amber innocently. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“About four” I said feebly. She smile confidently back to the woman. The woman just laughed and told us again where the nurse’s office was. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">We stood outside the door and knocked. It seemed to take forever until the door opened. Inside was the last person I thought I would see. It was the maid who came in only a few hours before! She looked at me with a huge smile. “Hello Amber nice to meet you” She turned to me “and this is?” She asked cluelessly. “Oh this is Steve, he’s the one with the problem.” She said problem like it was a big secret, as if the giant boner didn’t give it away. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I got a good look at the “nurse.” She was wearing the expected nurse outfit. It was extremely tight-fitting. I was guessing she didn’t have any normal-sized clothing at all. Precum stained my boxers as the two talked and I watched the nurse’s breasts. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“So tell me what the problem is.” The nurse asked pretending not to notice. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Well” Amber began. “We were having sex and it was really, really good. He even let me tie him down! So I played with him a lot until his balls became blue. The thing is though I just hate giving a guy an orgasm because then I can’t have fun with him anymore.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“And then, get this. A maid comes in and teases him and hurts his poor balls.” She emphasized both “teases” and “balls” by rubbing my cock and grabbing my balls. “Now look at him.” She pulled my cock straight up revealing my balls. “His balls are almost black and I just want to make sure he’s ok.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Well Amber. I’m going to ask you to step outside for a few minutes. Trust me, if there’s anything I know, it’s a guy’s balls.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ok thank you. Bye Steve.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The nurse waited until Amber left and looked at me. “Well, well, well. Look who it is. Some maid huh? She sounded just terrible.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“What are you going to do to me?” I asked weakly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She bit her nail, “hmmmmm. Well, we should probably do some tests first.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oh please, don’t do this.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oh Steve, I’d love to. Really I would. It’s just that Amber sounded very clear that she wanted to keep you safe.” She walked behind me “Amber was nice enough to lend me the key.” She stripped the robe off of me letting it drop to the ground. She walked to the front of me and eyed my even more exposed cock bobbing and twitching. “Ohh, is it just me or did you get a lot harder?” She laughed softly and rubbed my stiff cock until precum dripped down it several times. I knew begging for release wouldn’t get me anywhere. I couldn’t believe she was going to have full access to me again. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ok I’m gonna unlock you now.” She went to go behind me when she said “Oh I forgot. You’re probably going to jerk yourself off right when the handcuffs come off aren’t you? Well I’ll make sure you don’t.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“No, I promise I-” was all I could get out before she took a sharp grab to my balls and squeezed them as hard as she could. I fell to the ground. “There, I don’t want you stiff while I do this.” She walked around me and bent over to unlock me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She walked over to a medical table and patted the surface. “Hop on.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I laid down on the table, spread-eagle. This table was obviously meant for keeping someone still by the look of the hand and ankle restraints. I was wondering what such a contraption was doing in a nurse’s office. She walked over to my right arm and reached over to lock me to a restraint. The position she was in gave me a great shot of her huge breasts pushing against the fabric. She looked over and smiled. “Again with my breasts? You haven’t learned anything from this morning have you? You’ve been staring at them since you got in here.” I looked away to conceal my red face. She went to lock my other restraint just after she unbuttoned her top. Only two buttons out of the 4 were shut now. Her cleavage once again made my eyes transfixed on her. Her tits went right into my face as she locked the left arm. She bent over again for my legs. Precum dribbled out of my cock, fully erect again. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“You just can’t help yourself can you?” In all honesty, I really couldn’t. I was so uncontrollably horny that all I could do was stare right at her cleavage, even as she scolded me for it. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Do I need to bust those big balls again?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“No please, I can’t help myself.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Well I’m sure you’d shut those eyes real quick if I gave your blue balls a nice squeeze.” She threatened, grabbing my balls in her hand. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I shut my eyes pleading her to stop. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Hm, it’s funny how easy boys are to control when we have you by the balls isn’t it?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I moaned out a little in protest. She changed the subject. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“So Steve, how are my poor balls doing? I bet they ache, right?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I groaned out to her. The pain had just subsided from earlier today. I didn’t know if I could take another ball busting. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Mmmm, poor thing. My little game must have been really hard on you but you’re ok now right?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Yeah.” I coughed up. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Great! Now you just stay put ok?” She said giggling at me. She walked back to the door letting Amber back in. Amber had taken the time to unbutton her business shirt halfway revealing her bra-less cleavage. She looked like nothing on her changed as she walked over to me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Look at him” Amber began “are you sure he’s all right?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Of course! His balls are here for us to enjoy. Here, see for yourself.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Amber walked over to the end of the table I was sitting on. She stood looking at my balls with her hands on her hips. Standing straight, her firm breasts pushed out of her unbuttoned white business shirt. I wanted to touch them so bad! She bent over the table to touch my aching balls giving me an excellent view of her cleavage. As she bent over, my cock began twitching around, spewing precum all over my stomach. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“OH MY! I haven’t even touched him yet! Look at all of it.” The nurse just laughed to herself. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“What?” Amber started “what’s so funny?” She asked the nurse. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Hehe, Steve’s staring RIGHT at your boobs.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Amber looked over to my eyes in shock. They were in fact, transfixed down her shirt. I looked away quickly but she had already seen me staring. “Oh my god! He is.” She immediately sat up and covered her chest with crossed arms even though she had unbuttoned her shirt slutily before. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Steve, Amber was just trying to play with you and you had to go and do that.” She said mocking me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The nurse walked over to Amber and begun whispering into her ear. Amber listened and nodded, I couldn’t hear what they were saying. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">After a few seconds Amber let down her arms and started massaging herself under her skirt. She was looking down at my balls with pleasure as she got herself off. I was worried about what they had planned. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I’ve explained to Amber about your little problem.” Amber bent over again showing me her cleavage sympathetically. “I told her that you couldn’t help but stare at her breasts in this state. But that still doesn’t make it ok.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I…I’m sorry Amber.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The nurse cut in “Unfortunately Steve, sorry isn’t going to do it. I said you would let Amber play with your balls for what you did.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I don’t know, nurse, I’ve never hurt a guy like this before.” Amber said. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“He deserves to be punished, Amber. Plus, it’ll be fun.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">At the word fun, Amber seemed to get giddy. “Since this is your first time Amber, I’m going to show you a few things.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oh please no. Don’t!” I begged. They both just giggled at me, ignoring me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“At this state, he’s gonna be extra sensitive. Even the smallest hit…” She hit me softly sending jolts of pain through my body, leaving me screaming “…is gonna leave him in incredible pain.” Amber tapped my balls lightly making me squirm and shift in pain. She giggled at me and looked over at the nurse. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Therefore a nice hard THWACK…” She took her hand and backhanded my balls hard. I reeled in pain rocking back and forth against the restraints. “…will have devastating effects.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Amber laughed at my screams and rolled my balls around readying herself. “Please Amber no…don’t hurt me anymore.” She smiled at me and landed a blow right on my balls. My body tried to get into the fetal position but it was of no use. My breathing grew hard and I coughed out from a dry throat. I went to talk but another blow landed on my balls harder that the first. I rocked back and forth again as more and more blows landed on my balls. All I could see from teary, shut eyes was both girls wailing on me taking turns whacking me. I was screaming out but they didn’t stop. More and more blows kept getting dealt, each one sending pain all over my body. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">They stopped. Tears were rolling down my cheeks as my eyes closed. Another blow hit my balls “Wake up!” The nurse yelled at me. My eyes stayed shut. She grabbed my balls and squeezed hard. “I’m going to keep squeezing until you open your eyes.” More tears poured out my eyes as I opened them. Amber yelled out to the nurse “His eyes are open, stop!” The nurse let go. “Is he ok?” Amber asked. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“See for yourself.” Amber walked over and cupped my sack. “They’re so squishy...” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“They’re fine, they’re in there, aren’t they?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I guess so” Amber replied hesitantly. “I feel kinda bad about what we did to him.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Didn’t you have fun though?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Hehe, yeah!” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Well, if you want, we can make him feel a little bit better.” With that the nurse started rubbing my cock up and down. “Hmm, it’s not getting hard. Amber would you do me a favor?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“What?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The two whispered more to each other as I heard giggles from Amber. I opened my eyes long enough to see my cock go into to Amber’s mouth. I laid my head back down in pleasure. She was unbelievable. Sucking and licking all of my 8 inches, the nurse was rolling around my balls. “That’s right Steve” the nurse began “get nice and stiff for us. Doesn’t that feel a whole lot better?” I moaned out with pleasure, I was indeed getting closer to cumming. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She sucked and sucked until I felt like I was getting ready to burst. Amber slowed down. My cock was sliding in and out of her mouth incredibly slowly. With every slide the nurse taunted me by saying “niiiiice and haaaaard.” I grunted with pleasure as both forms of stimulation were working on me. My cock twitched inside her mouth. I groaned with pleasure as I felt cum building up inside me. With some signal Amber took me out of her mouth right as I was about to cum. I pleaded to them “Oh please, please! I was so close! Just one more touch.” They both smiled. The nurse said “hehe ok, I’ll give you that touch you want so bad. She took her hand and brushed it up and down the underside of my shaft. The friction was what I needed. My cock spasmed with pleasure throbbing and poking in the air…but nothing came out. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“UGGGGHHHH!” I yelled out in frustration. Both of the women laughed at me uncontrollably. My whole body convulsed and squirmed around, making them laugh even more at me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">My cock stood straight out towards me and shook in the air until it collapsed in frustration on my stomach. I let out a loud moan as precum drained out of my cock, making my balls feel worse than they had ever felt. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oh my! I thought you were really gonna cum there. That was incredible. It was like…shooting out a load, but nothing happened.” Amber moaned out in pleasure as she touched herself to an orgasm. The nurse smiled to herself and was still laughing at me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Please just let me cum. I’ll do anything. I need to cum” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“You poor thing” the nurse began, “Steve, let’s get something straight. You don’t need to cum, you only want to cum. And trust me, when you really, really neeeed to cum, you’ll know it.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I groaned out in response I struggled again at the restraints in anger. The two women smiled at me without pity. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The nurse broke the silence. “So Amber, do you wanna have some real fun?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Sure!” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ok, how bout a game?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Of course!” Amber said eagerly at the word ‘fun’. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ok good, I think Steve will like this one too. Here’s how to play the game: both of us are going to give his poor aching cock one stroke each. Whoever makes him precum gets to do whatever they want to make him soft again for the next round.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oh no, no more torture. Please, my balls hurt so much.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">They just ignored me like I was a little child. Amber said “Wow! That sounds wonderful! How do we know who wins?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Well we count up who won the most rounds. But when it ends…how about when he’s in so much pain he can’t get it up for us anymore?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Amber gave me the first stroke, rubbing my cock from the balls to the tip. Then the nurse did it. The fourth stroke did it to me. The nurse had won. I cringed my face, I did not want to be busted by this sadistic woman. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She squeezed immediately, listening in pleasure to my screams and watching my cock go down in size. Finally I was soft again. The nurse began again. The two switched off back and forth until I was erect again. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oooh, please squirt for me Steve…please” Amber said as she gave me a slow rub. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“No Steve, squirt for me. I wanna crush those balls good!” The nurse replied devilishly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The nurse brought me to the very edge and looked disappointed. Amber took her finger and dragged it across the top. She slowed down near the tip as a huge wad of precum shot out. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“YAY!” She exclaimed as she slammed my balls again and again finally making me soft, but not without unbearable pain. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">After several rounds of this my cock wasn’t getting up very easily. It took a lot more strokes to get me stiff and the score was 3:4 in the nurse’s favor. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">It was the nurse’s stroke. She rubbed me for a long time begging me to precum. They had already decided this was going to be their last round. Amber took the rod again and rubbed it slowly. My balls were aching terribly. The nurse looked confident. She rubbed me right to the edge. My cock twitched but nothing came out. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“You prick!” She took her hand and slapped my balls several times, taking extreme pleasure from the suffering on my already terribly abused balls. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Amber waited for her to finish, smiling at me the whole time. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Now I believe, that doesn’t count. You can’t do that!” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Fine! You won that round, but we’re still tied.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Then what do we do, He can’t get it up for us again?” Amber asked. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“A tie breaker a guess. I know! We’ll have Steve decide. We’ll both grab one of Steve’s balls and whoever he begs for mercy first wins. The other person loses but will still squeeze both his balls for another 30 seconds.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I moaned out in terror. Each one grabbed a testicle and looked at each other. At the count of three they gave me the greatest pain I had felt all day. Both balls were feeling the pressure of their combined hands. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“AHHHHHH” I yelled “Stop it, stoooop.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">They were both telling me “Tell me to stop, Steve. Tell me to stop.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I couldn’t choose, I couldn’t think. I saw Amber and yelled out her name. I don’t know why. I just needed relief. She jumped up and down in exuberance making her breasts bounce with her. The nurse looked pissed, she was furious. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I hope you enjoyed that Steve.” The nurse said, angrily. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oh he did. He was staring at your breasts the wholllle time.” Amber said, taunting me. The nurse gritted her teeth and slapped my balls. Amber laughed at me, knowing full well my eyes were closed the whole time. The nurse whacked and whacked again at my balls, already bringing immense pain to my already bruised balls. Finally she stopped, letting my balls have a little bit of rest. Amber eventually stopped laughing and said “You just made it more fun for me. Now I get to tease him for a lot longer. It’s gonna be so much fun to make his balls all big and full instead of all squishy like they are now.” She finished as she rolled around my sack. Amber sat on top of my chest. She bent over and shoved her cleavage in my face, reminding me of this morning. She rubbed her breasts up and down my face but my cock still stayed soft. I moaned out in pain and pleasure. I wanted to get hard but my balls were killing me! Amber moaned out, obviously enjoying this. She unlocked my restraints. She took my limp hands and put them underneath her shirt. I fondled her huge breasts in pleasure. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oooh” Amber said noticing my growing erection. She unbuttoned her top exposing herself. Only my fondling hands covered her nipples. My cock twitched as it grew harder and Amber laughed more. Finally my cock shot a small load of precum telling her she could stop. She bent over letting her cleavage shove in my face again as she reached over to lock me in the restraints. She buttoned her top back again, still leaving enough room for her incredible cleavage to still push through. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“That game was a lot of fun” Amber said once again provoking the nurse. But I still need to know if his poor balls are going to be ok.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The nurse responded “Ok, step outside again and I’ll write you up my diagnosis.” The nurse waited for Amber to leave and looked at me with evil eyes. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I can’t believe you chose her over me! I never lose at anything!” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I…I didn’t mean it. I couldn’t think at the time.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“It’s ok Steve.” She said, mockingly. “Let me just write up this sheet and we’ll forget all about it.” She started thinking out loud. “Well let’s see, your balls are totally black right now. You’re spewing precum constantly in huge loads and your cock twitches even as we speak. So what I recommend is…” She wrote on her piece of paper. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“What, what did you write?” I pleaded. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Don’t worry about it, I’ve written down the information for Amber and you don’t need to worry about the results of the game, I would never let my personal views affect my professional work.” She said smiling evily at me. “You’re in good hands now. Also, I’ve arranged an appointment for a checkup tomorrow with <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">me.</st1:place></st1:state>” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“No please, not again. I said I was sorry about the game.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">What are you talking about, I wasn’t even thinking about the game.” She said to me with a wink. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I moaned out to her as she just smiled at me wickedly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She unlocked my restraints and put me back into handcuffs. My clothes were no where to be found. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Amber took them outside with her.” She said reading my mind. I cursed to myself. The nurse put the piece of paper she wrote on in my mouth and then held the door for me as I crept outside completely naked. I looked left and right but I couldn’t find her. I looked down. My cock was at full hardness and precum was already gathering at the tip. I moaned to myself at my aching balls. They felt as if they were on fire! </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I heard Amber’s voice towards the main desk. I slowly walked over there. She was bent over talking comfortably with the attendant. It was obvious she was telling her all about me. As she spotted me, she said rather loudly “Hey there, how are my balls doing?” I heard the woman at the main desk laugh as Amber ushered me to her. I walked towards her and the first thing I heard from the woman was “so what did the nurse say about his…problem?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Amber took the paper out of my hands and prepared to read it. That’s when I felt my heart hit my throat. Three college-age looking girls walked through the main door chatting to themselves. They all stopped at once, staring at my boner, now dripping precum. The first one walked over, still wide-eyed. She stood right up close to me, looking down at my stiff cock. “What’s wrong with him?” She asked. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Well” Amber began “He’s been hard like that for a very, very long time.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Can I…like…touch it?” The girl said. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Sure!” The college girl took her hand to the base of my cock and stroked upwards. She pulled her hand to her mouth in fright when she saw two loads shoot out of my head. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Don’t worry” Amber started “It’s fine, it does that all the time. In fact why don’t you all feel his nice big blue balls?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">They all gathered around to feel my sack. Each one took a turn feeling the weight of my sack and its size. </span><br /><span class="postbody">“Oh my god, it’s so heavy!” </span><br /><span class="postbody">“I know!” </span><br /><span class="postbody">“There must be a month’s load of cum built up in there!” They all commented. </span><br /><span class="postbody">“Is he gonna be ok?” The one in the back asked. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Well, let’s see.” Amber said as she grabbed the paper out of my mouth. She looked at it and her eyes went wide. She gasped and then gasped again much louder. Then she covered her hand to keep herself from laughing. She handed it to the woman at the desk as the girls crowded around to look at it. They all giggled as they said to each other things like “Oh my god.” And “Can he really take all that?” My stomach churned. I wanted to see the paper so bad. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Each of the girls turned to leave but not without coming over to me first. </span><br /><span class="postbody">“Well good luck, Mr. Blueballs, you’re going to need it!” I moaned out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="postbody">Amber Chapter Four </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I was forced to walk all the way back to my room naked as Amber held my clothes in her hands to taunt me. It was fortunate that I didn’t see any more people on the way there. When we got into the room, Amber took me to the bed again and handcuffed me. It was getting late, the clock read <st1:time hour="9" minute="16" st="on">9:16</st1:time>. She got on top of my chest again with the paper. She looked at me amused. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ok, this says we should do this treatment and then see her tomorrow. So let’s begin. The first thing it says to do is make you precum ten times. In between slapping your balls ten times. I’ll make it easier on you and take off my shirt.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She unbuttoned her shirt revealing her gorgeous cleavage. She exposed her nipples and let her shirt fall to the floor. I almost came right then. My cock twitched and was on the edge of orgasm. She took her finger and gently swept my cock back and forth until a huge load of built-up precum shot out. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Well, that’s one!” She said as she gave me ten hard slaps. She continued this until the very last ten slaps. Each one she gave me was slow and deliberate. I felt as if my balls were gonna pop right then and there, they were in so much pain. She finally gave me the last slap. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oooohh, I know you hate this Steve, but it’s doctor’s orders.” She said matter-of-factly. She took my cock in her hand and my balls in the other, looking at the sheet. She pulled down and then she jacked my cock up and down as fast as she could. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Please stop, it hurts sooo much!” I said as my balls ached, being forced not to release their orgasm. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Calm down Steve, it’s only for two minutes.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ahhh…two…ahhhh….minutes?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Don’t worry, I know you can take it.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Precum shot out of my cock more and more as the strokes were getting to me. The more precum I shot out, the harder she pulled on my balls. I was in incredible pain. I begged her again and again to stop but she just repeated “doctor’s orders” to me. After what felt like hours, two minutes had passed. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ok, now twenty more slow strokes.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“What! But my balls hurt so much!” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Poor thing but I’m only doing what the sheet tells me to.” She stroked my cock until I was rock-hard again and then got to work. She sat up and stroked up and down. Again and again until she reached twenty. Her other hand was touching herself, bringing herself to an orgasm. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Phew, that was really tough on you, wasn’t it?” I couldn’t make any noise even if I wanted to. “It’s getting really late, we should probably get to bed.” She got off of me and went to the bathroom. I laid back trying to regulate my breathing. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">When she came out, she was wearing a gray tank top with pink letters. The top itself was very loose and went just below her breasts, revealing her belly button. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath and it was showing well. Her gray shorts were very far from her knees, showing off her great legs. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Her loose tank top let her breasts bounce slightly as she came over to the bed. She stood right next to me and looked down. I gathered up the strength to move my head to look at her. All I could focus on was her bra-less breasts. The pink lettering, reading “Tease” was stretched across the front of her shirt. I groaned at her. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I saw you looking at my shirt, hehe. They didn’t have any that said ‘ballbuster’” She smiled looking down at me and continued laughing at me. “You should try to get some sleep.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She walked over to the other bed in the room and got under the covers and turned away from me. My eyes grew heavy and I fell asleep. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I awoke lazily as I felt my cock stimulated. I could hardly open my eyes in the state I was in. I looked over to my left to see Amber laying down comfortably next to me. Her hand was playing with my cock. She had been playing with it for awhile as precum had gathered at my tip and my cock was already stiff. I shifted my body and moaned out. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oh, hi Steve, I didn’t mean to wake you. I just couldn’t sleep.” She went back to caressing my cock. My balls tightened up and my cock started throbbing. She let go just in time to leave me moaning and struggling against the restraints. I begged her to stop and let me rest, my balls felt like they were going to explode. She just moaned softly and hushed me to sleep. She was trying to keep me rock hard as long as she could and I knew it. She played with me again as my eyes closed to sleep for the final time. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">As morning came I awoke fully to see Amber asleep next to me on the bed. I lay back on the pillow contemplating my situation. In any other situation I would have loved to wake up next to this bombshell. She looked so peaceful and innocent sleeping next to me. I couldn’t believe someone this beautiful could be such a tease. I nudged her to wake her up. She stirred softly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Mmmmm, is it morning already?” She rose up to a sitting position looking me over, smiling, pleased with her work. She looked at my eyes seductively. “I was thinking about going swimming today. What do you think of that?” I knew that no matter what I said, she was going to have her way. The idea of being around other people did not thrill me one bit and there was no way I could keep any dignity in the state I was in. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“That sounds like...fun.” I said weakly. She smiled. She got off the bed and stretched. I looked over to see her beautiful body. Her tank top stretched up giving me a view up her shirt. She looked down and smiled at my eyes. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She came over and unlocked my cuffs and then relocked them behind my back as I stood up. “We should probably take a shower, huh?” I nodded. We both walked into the bathroom as she started the water. She slipped the straps of her top off and slid it off her head, letting her breasts jiggle. I couldn’t help but stare at her. She slid her shorts off and got into the water. Precum dotted the top of my cock as I watched the steamy water roll off her body. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“You act like you’ve never seen a naked woman before. Now comeon in, you need a shower too.” I walked into the water and faced her, again, staring at her breasts. She grabbed the small bar of hotel soap and lathered it in her hands. She looked at me and started soaping my body. The simple touch of her hands was enough to keep me rock-hard. She moved from my chest to my back getting as close to me as she could. She moved back to the front of me and lathered up her hands more. I gulped, I could see where this was going. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She took her hands to my cock, stroking it up and down. The slipperiness allowed almost no friction at all to reach my aching cock. I groaned out with each stroke. She waited until my cock throbbed close to orgasm when she stopped and started with my balls, making sure they were clean too. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">As she finished me she lathered up and went to herself. Every part of her was sexy as she cleaned herself. She started with her stomach and moved down her legs, focusing on her clit, then back up to her breasts. She spent extra time on her tits as I stared in awe at her beauty. She finished with both of our hair and looked down at my throbbing member. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Steve, look what you’ve done...now I have to clean it again.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">From watching her bathe herself a considerable amount of precum had covered my cock and balls. She went to work stroking my cock and pulling down my balls so I wouldn’t cum. After she was satisfied with the cleaning she turned the water off, and dried us both off. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Hey Steve?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“What?” I asked. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Are you ready to go swimming?.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Uh, sure I guess so.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Great!” She said as she looked me over. “Wait right here.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">For a few minutes I was left standing where I was in the bathroom. My cock stopped precumming momentarily until she came back. After a few minutes my cock spasmed sharply as I saw Amber walk in wearing only a bikini. Only two black fabric triangles covered her nipples showing off her huge breasts. I looked down to see a black thong with her hands behind her back. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Well, I guess I don’t have to ask you if you like it or not!” She said eyeing my cock twitching around. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I moaned out in pleasure as she got closer to me. I stared straight down at her breasts sending my cock into more tremors. “You really, really like my breasts huh, Steve?” All I could do was stare. She slid her finger up and down my shaft slowly, sending more spurts flying. “I bet you would just love to jackoff to me wouldn’t you?” She raised my chin with her hand and made me look into her eyes. “Hmmm?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“uh…huh.” I muttered out. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I bet, you’d love it even more if I gave you a nice big hand job!” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oh please, anything!” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Mmmm, come with me.” She said leading me to the bed. She had me sit down on the edge of the mattress as she knelt down in front of me. My hands were still cuffed. She stroked me to the very edge and slowed down to keep me begging for her. She stopped subtly and sat down on my legs, letting her thong press against my cock. She threw her hair behind her head and pressed her breasts against my face bringing me so close to the edge, I thought I would explode right then. She bent over me and whispered in my ear “Oh, I’d just love to let you explode all over the place, giving you that last stroke to send you into waves of pleasure.” She moaned out loud as I whimpered. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She leaned back in front of me and looked at me with big pouty eyes. “But honestly Steve, I don’t care, I just love seeing you like this!” She grabbed my balls and squeezed them lightly “Ooohhhh, they’re so big and heavy.” I groaned out in frustration, “Please Amber…I NEED it!” She made pouty lips to me and batted my cock around playfully, further making my balls ache. “We should really get to the pool.” She said, changing the subject. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Wait, no, you can’t do this, I have to cum!” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Poor thing, but I don’t think you’re in the position to say that right now. Now comeon, I got you the perfect suit.” She walked over and grabbed a small piece of yellow and green fabric and brought it over. She held it up to me and giggled. It was an extremely small Speedo, that didn’t leave much to the imagination. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She went down to my feet and ordered me to step through the Speedo as she raised it up my legs. It fit incredibly tight against my painful erection, a huge bulge stuck out, making my cock embarrassingly noticeable. The waistband itself wasn’t even adequate, my purple head poked out, straining for relief. Amber bit her lip suppressing laughter “I guess I should have gone a size bigger, huh?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">We walked down to the pool room. Fortunately for me, it was early and the halls were deserted along with the pool itself, which was only occupied by a pool cleaner, who was making eyes at our skimpy attire. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Amber picked out two seats out of the many pool chairs lining the pool. She let me sit down in mine and sat on my legs. She took the key out of her bag and unlocked me, only to lock my hands underneath the reclining chair. “You sit tight, Steve, I’m going to go get some towels for us.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I waited there as she left. I looked over to my left to catch sight of the last thing I wanted to see. The blonde college girl had come in for a swim. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She spotted me and came over. She too was in a sexy, blue bikini showing off her great curves. She stood next to me looking straight down at my bulging crotch with an amused smile on her face. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Are your balls still as full as last night?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I sat there silently. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Don’t wanna talk huh, well let’s take a look.” She took a finger to the waistband and pulled it down behind my balls. “Ooooohh!” She exclaimed as she noted my huge boner along with my big, full sack. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Amber came back over with towels in her hand. “I see you’ve found my little toy.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I can’t believe what you’ve done to him! How do you do it?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Well it’s easy.” Amber began as she walked over to me, setting down the towels. “You just give him all the stimulation he wants.” She rubbed my cock up and down, letting precum spill out of it. I let out a groan as I felt cum build up inside. “And then you just…stop” They both laughed as my cock flopped down on my stomach, twitching in frustration. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Can I try?” The college girl asked. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Go ahead, he’s all yours.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The college girl took my shaft in her hand and stroked it slowly. I arched my body upwards to get more friction. She let go immediately making my cry out. They both laughed again at my desperation. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“If you’re good, you can go a lot further with him.” Amber took her hand to my cock and rubbed it to the edge, bringing me to orgasm. The college girl watched carefully as Amber rubbed me faster and faster. Her expression grew to worry as it was obvious I had gone too far to turn back. I arched my back in pleasure, moaning out. Amber brought me to orgasm and then grabbed my balls hard, squeezing them down forcing my cock to jerk violently and only release a drop of cum. The college girl stood in shock, looking at my aching cock. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“That was amazing, I can’t believe he didn’t cum!” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The other two college girls walked in. “Sorry we’re late Tina. Oh hey, it’s that guy from the lobby!” One of them said excitedly. The blonde, Tina, called them over. This was getting increasingly worse and all I could do was struggle against the handcuffs. The other two college girls had brought over a bag and set it down to look at me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Amber was still teasing me and let the girls marvel at the ropes of precum shooting from my cock. I strained against the restraints as they all laughed at me. The blonde reached into the bag and retrieved several colored plastic rings. </span><br /><span class="postbody">“Great idea, let’s play a ring-toss game” said Amber giggling at my throbbing cock. They all unlocked me and stood me up in an open area making sure I couldn’t touch myself. They locked my hands together and made sure I stood still. My cock stood straight up, fully erect. </span><br /><span class="postbody">“What are the rules going to be?” </span><br /><span class="postbody">“Well how about three games, we all try to get the rings around his hard-on, and the girl that can get the most wins.” </span><br /><span class="postbody">“What do we win?” They all thought awhile, looking my crotch over. The blonde in particular was biting her lip and looking right at my balls. I knew she couldn’t be up to much good and I knew better than to say anything. The blonde spoke up. </span><br /><span class="postbody">“How about a half-hour with him in the sauna?” </span><br /><span class="postbody">“All right!” One of the other girl’s said eagerly. The rest of them laughed excitedly and the blonde only smirked. </span><br /><span class="postbody">They all gathered about 20 feet away from me holding rings except for Amber. </span><br /><span class="postbody">“Amber aren’t you going to play?” One of them asked. </span><br /><span class="postbody">“No I think I’ll just sit this one out and watch.” They nodded and focused on me, trying to get the rings around my shaft. The first few rings let out laughter from all of them as it made my cock bob around. The girls only got a few of their rings around me until the blonde came up last. She nailed each throw perfectly around my cock sending the rings spinning around my shaft. The rest of the girls complimented her on her skill. As the winner she came up to grab all of the rings from my shaft. She strutted confidently towards me until she was within arm’s distance. She took the rings off my cock one by one and leaned over to whisper in my ear. </span><br /><span class="postbody">“A whooole half-hour with me. I’m sure I’ll enjoy it.” She said rubbing my cock to full hardness again. She winked at me joining the other girls, giving them their rings. The second round they stood several feet further away. This time, one of the other girls won. She walked over to me with a smile on her face rubbing my cock until precum dribbled out of it, making me moan out for relief. </span><br /><span class="postbody">On the third round the blonde was up last again and got the most rings around my cock winning the game. She strutted again confidently to me, mocking me. </span><br /><span class="postbody">“Congratulations Tina, I guess we’ll see you in a half-hour!” </span><br /><span class="postbody">“See ya later Steve!” Amber said to me with a wink and a smile. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Tina grabbed my shaft forcefully and dragged me to the sauna. She opened the door and waved me in first “Go ahead.” I walked inside and sat down on the bench near the heater, I could feel sweat starting to form on my body. She closed the door behind her and looked me over, smiling greedily. </span><br /><span class="postbody">In my uncontrollably horny state I couldn’t help but stare at her. She was wearing a blue bikini that showed off her physique quite well. She wasn’t as well developed as Amber or the nurse but her cleavage was still ample enough to push out of her top. </span><br /><span class="postbody">“You like my breasts huh?” I just stayed silent. She walked over to me and sat on my thighs, pushing her breasts near my face. She took my balls in her hand and looked into my eyes sternly “I asked you a question.” She squeezed my balls softly and looked at me harder. “Ahhh, yes I do, please not the balls.” </span><br /><span class="postbody">“I could tell” she said squeezing me a little bit harder “You were staring at all of us during the game.” I moaned out in pain as she squeezed even harder. She giggled and said “I’m not a very nice girl. A lot of guys say I’m a bitch.” She emphasized “bitch” by practically crushing my balls. “Tell me...Steve, do you think I’m a bitch?” She loosened her grip and looked at me, innocently. “No, I don’t think you’re a bitch, Tina.” I said out of fear. She took her hand up and smacked it down onto my balls making me scream out in pain, sending my body into a fit. “You know what I really hate Steve?” She asked rhetorically. “...Liars” She said sending another blow to my balls. I cried out to her to stop but she just smiled at me. “And if you were telling the truth...” She started, squeezing my balls even harder than before. “...Then I’m not being bitchy enough!” She crushed my balls until I was writhing in pain shaking back and forth against the handcuffs. She rode me back and forth laughing. Eventually she lost control and let go to prevent herself from falling off of me from her amusement. </span><br /><span class="postbody">“Awww, poor baby, do your little nuts hurt?” All I could do was moan out in pain. “Your cock is all soft too...we can’t have that.” She took my cock, lubricated from the steam, and rubbed it up and down firmly. I moaned out in pleasure as precum flowed out of my cock </span><br /><span class="postbody">“You like that Steve? Wouldn’t it be great if I gave you that last touch and let you cum all over the place?” </span><br /><span class="postbody">“Oh please, yes, anything, I need to cum!” </span><br /><span class="postbody">“I know Amber really gets into teasing you and giving you blueballs but I really don’t care about any of that. You know what really turns me on about a big sack of blue balls?” She said holding my balls in her hand. </span><br /><span class="postbody">“...Wh-what?” I said weakly. </span><br /><span class="postbody">“I love the idea of controlling when you get to cum.” She began, rolling my testicles around in my sack. “Do you want to cum, Steve?” </span><br /><span class="postbody">“Oh yes please, I need to.” </span><br /><span class="postbody">“Aww, how long has it been?” </span><br /><span class="postbody">“Five days.” </span><br /><span class="postbody">She seemed unimpressed. “That’s it!? And you said you ‘need’ to cum! Well I’ll show you what it feels like to need to cum.” </span><br /><span class="postbody">She sat next to me and stroked my cock. She did it fast until I was at the brink of orgasm. Then she took her hand to the base of the shaft and rubbed slowly up and down. So slowly that my cock felt like it was having an orgasm but no cum was coming out. I moaned out terribly begging her to stop. </span><br /><span class="postbody">“What, I thought perverts like you like to have their cocks stroked.” </span><br /><span class="postbody">“No, no more, I can’t take it.” </span><br /><span class="postbody">“Well if you don’t like to be touched I can tell Amber for you that you never want you cock touched again. I’m sure she’ll be happy to accommodate.” </span><br /><span class="postbody">“No! Please, don’t.” </span><br /><span class="postbody">She smiled triumphantly to me and resumed stroking in her incredibly slow strokes. Even if I squirmed it still wasn’t giving me enough friction. She was laughing now, feeling me squirm next to her, still giving me incredibly slow strokes. I screamed out in torture which made her laugh even harder. She let go looking me over. Sweat covered my body from head to toe from the heat and from the agony. She was waiting for me to calm down as she bit her lip in pleasure. She caressed my thighs and my balls keeping me horny as hell. She took her hand and gave me three fast strokes. I screamed out as I was a feather’s touch away from an orgasm. Tears ran down my face as my balls felt as if they had been stomped on repeatedly. I sat there in incredible pain, precum flowing out of my head. Tina gave me one last agonizing stroke and said “now you know what it feels like to need to cum. </span><br /><span class="postbody">I looked up to see the sauna door opening and Amber was there with the rest of the girls. </span><br /><span class="postbody">“Time’s up!” They said eagerly. </span><br /><span class="postbody">Tina didn’t even acknowledge me as she left before with the rest of the girls. Amber said goodbye to the rest of them and walked over to me. “She really busted you badly, huh?” I coughed out. Amber helped me up as we returned to the hotel room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="postbody">Amber Chapter Five- </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Amber let me sleep for a few hours before waking me up. My balls were sore as hell but the pain was bearable. I wasn’t sure which was worse, the ball busting, or the teasing. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Hey there, sleepyhead. Time to wake up.” She said, watching my eyes open. She must have tied me down as I fell asleep since I couldn’t remember her doing so before. “How are my balls doing?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“They hurt so much” I whimpered. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Awwww, I’m sure they do. You took an awful bruising awhile ago.” She said, rubbing my cock to full hardness. I looked at her. She had changed from a bikini to a low-cut black tank top and jean, short shorts. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“You know we have to go to the Nurse’s office again, right?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Please Amber, no, not again.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Awww, you didn’t like the nurse? She seemed very nice to me.” She said with a snicker. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I don’t think I can take another treatment.” I pleaded. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I know it’s tough on your big, sensitive balls.” She said, patting them rather roughly. “But we both just want to help you. I’m sure she has something good planned for you today.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">With that she unlocked and relocked my handcuffs and stood me up, ready to walk out the door. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Aren’t you going to put on my boxers?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Nah, I think this way is better. I don’t suppose anyone would mind either.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“But Amber I-” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“No ‘buts’ or do I have to remind you which one of us is handcuffed with very, very sensitive balls?” She threatened, getting close enough to whisper and clench my sack with her right hand. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I hung my head down. There was nothing I could say. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Now comeon, I’m sure it won’t be that bad. </span><br /><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Walking down the halls at <st1:time hour="17" minute="0" st="on">5:00pm</st1:time> isn’t the best time to avoid people. All I could do was hang my head down to avoid any eye contact as Amber led me through the hall. I made sure not to look up, but I knew there were plenty of people staring at me. Fortunately, the main desk was empty except for the woman. She smiled at me and rang us into the nurse’s office. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The Nurse set down her clipboard and looked at my cock, standing at attention. She smiled and addressed Amber. “I need to talk to you in the back.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Amber smiled to me and followed the Nurse. I watched them go back to the bed I had been tied to and talk to each other. The Nurse drew a white curtain. Their silhouettes gave away Amber and the Nurse talking to each other seriously. Amber asked a lot of questions, for as much pain as she had given me, she seemed worried. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The curtain was drawn back. The Nurse came to me and stood me in the middle of the room. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Make sure he stands still.” The Nurse said. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“What do you mean stand still!?” I demanded. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The Nurse came in front of me and grabbed my balls. She smiled at me for a second and became stern, crushing my balls with her hand. “We need you soft for this.” I screamed out as my cock went flaccid, the Nurse left and came back with a pack of ice and applied it to my cock and balls, and instructed Amber to make sure I stayed soft. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">With the Nurse behind me instructing me to relax, Amber held the icepack to my balls making them numb. There was a bowl on the ground in front of my feet. I was about to ask what it was for but I decided against it out of fear. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Just relax Steve, this will feel a little…different.” With that I felt something going up my asshole. My immediate reaction was to clench my muscles. “Amber, if he doesn’t relax… you know what to do.” My face went pale and I immediately loosened up. I didn’t think I could take any more ball busting. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">As I relaxed I felt what the Nurse was doing to me. The need to cum overwhelmed me. I never needed to cum more in my life! I grunted out “Ugh…ugh… UGH!” I heard a dripping and then a patter. I looked down to see my cock dripping cum into the bowl. It came down like a waterfall. As it dripped out, I felt an uncontrollable sexual urge. I needed an orgasm now! </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The last few drops of cum fell out of my head and into the bowl. Whatever was in my asshole was removed and I was left standing there humping the air frustratingly trying to get an orgasm. The ache in my balls lessened but my need to cum was uncontrollable! </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">They both looked at me and laughed at my futile attempt. Amber took the icepack away, letting my cock grow to full size. They both giggled again. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“So you want to cum?” Amber asked, tauntingly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Amber I have to cum, I can’t take it anymore.” I said, and I honestly believed it. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She lightly ran a finger up and down my pulsing shaft, feeling how hard I was. She gave me one quick stroke which sent shivers through my body making them both laugh. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Are your balls feeling better?” Amber asked. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I momentarily took my mind away from my incredible need to cum and to my surprise, she was right, they did feel a lot better. No longer did I feel that terrible ache that was clenching my nuts constantly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Actually…yes, they…feel a lot better.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“See, I told you the nurse knew what she was doing, make sure you thank her.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Um, thank you…nurse.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The nurse walked in front of me, close enough that her breasts were touching my chest. “Of course Steve, that’s what I’m here for.” She lingered letting my eyes focus on her cleavage, making my cock twitch. “I’m going to ask you to step outside for a minute, Steve, I need to talk to Amber before you two go.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I looked over to Amber as she ushered me to the door and pushed me through. I was left standing there, naked in the middle of the hallway. Each second seemed like an eternity as I hoped that no one would come by. I leaned back against stucco wall and closed my eyes. I still couldn’t believe my situation and it had been way too long to consider this as a simple dream, or nightmare I muttered to myself. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Hey there, you awake?” A voice said, startling me from my thoughts. I opened my eyes to see a girl looking at my eyes questioningly. I stood upright again unable to form coherent words. She smiled and just looked asking for an explanation. I looked her over, she seemed very young, a little bit younger than I was but definitely past 18. She was wearing a blue t-shirt and a pair of shorts above the knee. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“It’s a long story.” I said. She smiled again and looked down at my cock, rock hard as usual. She seemed peculiar to me but I really couldn’t put my finger on why. She reached over and touched my shaft slowly, giving me a shuddering sense of pleasure. My knees weakened and I fell to the ground. She went on, her stroking was left unaffected. She bent over stroking letting me see down her shirt. I let out screams of pleasure as she brought me to the edge. As I was about to cum she began massaging my balls. My cock twitched back and forth at the stimulation as she kept me at the edge. She let go completely and looked at me. She was just looking at me watching my emotions of frustration and ecstasy. She took her forefinger and batted my cock back and forth. Her face was that of glee as my aching cock bounced around and I let out frustrated groans. She laughed a little and stood up, looking down at me. She waved without saying a word. Was every woman in this world a cock teaser? </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The door opened after another grueling minute and Amber walked through, saying goodbye to the nurse. In her hand was a closed box. Amber helped me up. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“What’s in the box?” I said. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ohhhh, nothing.” She said teasingly. “How are you feeling?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I’m ok.” I answered lazily. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“That’s good. I was thinking we should get home today.” We should get home? I asked myself. Was this woman going to tease me forever? I didn’t want to know the answer. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“That sounds good.” I said. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Great let’s go back to our room and get our stuff.” </span><br /><br /><br /><span class="postbody">We walked back into the room. Amber walked over to my clothes lying next to the bed and instructed me to put them on. With her help I got my boxers and pants on over my erection, clearly showing through. She undid my cuffs and put my shirt on. To my surprise she put the cuffs back into her purse, leaving my hands free for the first time for five days. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She stayed in her black tank-top and short shorts and gathered up the rest of our belongings. We walked down to the front desk. The woman behind the desk smiled at us and gave us the fee for 3 days, 412 dollars and change. Amber was fast to get my credit card out of her purse and hand it over to the woman. I cringed as she put the amount on. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Worth every penny.” Amber said, massaging my crotch one more time before we went out to my car. I got into the driver’s seat and started the car. I had wondered were Amber had gone while I was left cuffed to the bed and now I found out. The car was obviously used, coffee cups and other various objects were strewn about the car. I hoped Amber didn’t use my credit card too frivolously. I definitely didn’t feel good about paying money for being a slave! Nevertheless I knew I had to put a smile on and pulled out of the parking lot. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">After a few minutes of driving I realized I had no idea where I was going. I started to speak up when Amber said “let’s go to your house Steve, I’ve always wondered where you lived.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">On the way there, Amber took her hand over to me and unzipped my crotch, pulling out my now, soft cock. She tugged and played with it the entire drive, both of us silent. She had gotten very, very good at keeping me at the edge, and sometimes bringing me back from over it. Needless to say I went a few miles over the limit on the way home. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I pulled into my driveway and parked the car. Amber zipped me back up and we both left the car to my front door. She unlocked the door with my keys from her purse and walked in. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Amber set her suitcase down and admired the place. “Wow! Nice place, how do you afford all this stuff?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Being a car insurance salesman, I make a decent amount of money. I had nice things but only for a middle-aged guy who lived alone. I didn’t need a big house. I did however have elaborate furniture and high-quality technology. Awhile ago I had been promoted pretty high in the company and was given access to much of its financial assets to further the business. What nobody knew was that every year, I was able to skim off the top 5,000 to 10,000 dollars every year off of interest. A deed that could easily get me fired if anyone found out. Off course, Amber didn’t need to know that. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oh you know, hard work here, a promotion there.” She crooked an eyebrow to me but continued her tour of the house. I sat down on my couch and put my hands through my hair. I had to figure out some way to get my belongings back and get this woman out of my life. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She walked into the living room and sat down next to me on the couch. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“What’s wrong, Steve?” She said seductively, inching closer to me and making circles on my chest with her finger. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I knew telling her what was obviously wrong wasn’t going to help any. “Oh nothing.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Doesn’t sound like nothing. Come with me, I’ll cheer you up.” She stood up in front of me and undid my pants, pulling out my firm cock. She held it in her hand and pulled me all the way upstairs to my bedroom. I didn’t like the look of this. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Lie down, relax.” She said almost ordering me, pointing to the bed. I began to object but she was already forcing me to lie down. She straddled my legs and looked at me, smiling. “I know what will turn that frown upside-down.” She said excitedly. She leaned forward and slid my pants along with my boxers to my knees. She crawled over to me and kissed me softly taking my right hand in her left, she began fondling her breast. I let my body go and enjoyed the feel of her firm breast. She left her hand off of mine and rubbed my stomach and chest. Both of my hands were fondling her now, her hands were on either side of me, keeping her up. She kissed me more and asked “You feeling better now?” Except for my pulsing cock, I was feeling a lot better incredibly close to this beautiful woman. She pulled herself off of me and reached over. In my blissful state I was putty in her hands. She locked my hands and feet to the bedposts. I sat there trapped again by her. I tried to get free off of the bedposts but it was of no use. They were thin enough at the bottom to allow the handcuff to clasp but thick at the top to stop the cuff from coming off. I kicked myself for buying such a bed. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Aww, Steve, trying to get free again, here’s something to calm you down.” She slowly took her tank top off, slowing enough to let her breasts bounce in her black bra. My eyes bounced with them as precum came out of my cock. She giggled “I’m already starting to fill them up again I guess,” rubbing the preucm between her fingers. She bent over again showing off her breasts. She grabbed her bra and squeezed, making me moan out. “It’s too bad your hands are tied up. I bet you really want to touch them. But don’t worry, I’ll man-handle them for you.” She said sympathetically. She grabbed and rubbed her tits together making my cock twitch in every direction. She gave them one last squeeze and went to undo her bra. Her hands paused and she looked at me. “Hey Steve, I’d say we’re pretty close, huh?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I was worried where she was going with this. “Yeah, I guess.” </span><br /><span class="postbody">“I think we could be a lot closer…would you like that?” </span><br /><span class="postbody">“Of course, Amber.” I said hesitantly. </span><br /><span class="postbody">“Tell me a secret about yourself you’ve never told anyone before.” </span><br /><span class="postbody">“I don’t know what you mean.” I said cluelessly. </span><br /><span class="postbody">“There must be something. How about something really embarrassing.” </span><br /><span class="postbody">“I…I don’t know, I really-” </span><br /><span class="postbody">“Oh come on, everyone’s done something embarrassing. How bout if you tell me something, I’ll tell you something?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I thought for awhile and recalled to her a time I had been caught masturbating by a girlfriend back in high school before we were even having sex. What was worse was that she was with her friends at the time. I scrambled to get my pants on as they walked into the bedroom. I went to sit up, my former girlfriend pushed on my chest forcing me to lay down. “No go ahead, Steven, we didn’t mean to interrupt you.” My face flushed almost as red as it was now as I told Amber the story. All of the girls crossed their arms or put their hands on their hips impatiently waiting for me to stroke. “Go ahead” She said in a catty voice. “Do it!” I slowly started. They all yelled insults at me, calling me a worthless stroker-boy, egging me on to go faster. I came all over my shirt as they laughed at me. As the last load shot out I looked at them, they were still in their impatient stances. “Again.” My girlfriend ordered. “I…I can’t.” I said meekly. “Well you better do it or else we are never going out again.” I had to stroke, I brought myself to an orgasm almost 45 minutes later, and it was hard to stay erect under that much humiliation. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">When Amber finally stopped laughing she said “Wow! That was great.” She unclipped her bra but still held the fabric up to her breasts with her hands. “I guess it’s my turn now.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“One time in college I was giving this guy a handjob in his dorm. He was right about to cum when his girlfriend walked right in! She was so pissed at me and even more at her boyfriend I said to both of them ‘oh you were so close, I’m sure she’ll let you cum though…” I just looked at her oddly. “Well I guess that wasn’t so much embarrassing for me as for the guy huh?” She said, laughing. I continued to stare at her bra, still being held up by her hands, wishing she would remove it. She noticed my eyes and slowly let her bra down revealing her gorgeous breasts. I started struggling. She took her hand to my cock and gave it a few long strokes. “Settle down, settle down.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I finally relaxed as she brought me to the edge. She lay down next to me on her side. Her breasts were pressed up against my body and one hung over the top of my chest. She took the clasp of her bra in her hand and held it up above my body. The black, sheer bra dangled above my cock as the other clasp tickled my shaft. She watched my face as I cringed at the frustration. My cock was twitching at the feel of the plastic raking over the shaft. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Steve, tell me a something else. Tell me something you can’t tell anyone or else you’ll get into a lot of trouble.” She took the bra away and set it down on my chest. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I don’t know.” I said as thoughts of my money-skimming flowed through my head. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“There’s got to be something.” She said in a more serious tone. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I don’t think there is anything.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She took her hand to my cock and stroked the underside making my body tense. “Tell me, Steve.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“There’s nothing…really!” I said as my body shivered from the sensation. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She took my balls in her hand and gave them short, hard squeezes. Now softer, she rubbed my cock to the edge. Precum flowed out of my cock. “Stop Amber, please!” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Just tell me something. That’s all.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I…I just can’t.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“So there is something?” She took my balls and squeezed them softly, increasing the pressure over time. I made small grunts which evolved to screams as she tormented me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“This doesn’t have to be this hard, you know. Don’t make me crush them.” I was on the verge of crying as her hand gave me stomach-churning pain. “Ok…ok, I’ll tell you.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“That’s more like it. Go ahead.” She said giving my soft cock, slow strokes. I explained to her all about my job and how I skimmed money. Every sentence lead to more pleasurable strokes and wider smiles as she coaxed out all the information from me. When I finished she had a wicked smile on her face, one I didn’t think such a beautiful complexion could accomplish. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“My turn. One secret about me is that I’ve been ballbusting you for all this time to be my personal slave. And the last horse just crossed the finish line.” She said, giving me vertical, quick strokes. “Because now I don’t just have you by the balls Steve. I’ve made sure you’ll never try to get away from me or disobey me in any way, or else I’ll tell your boss all about what you’ve done.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oh god, no……you bitch.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She gave me a slap to my balls and looked me in the eyes. “That’s right Steve, I am a bitch. And this bitch is very turned on about having a nice blue-balled slave like you to play with.” She pulled her shorts down and panties to reveal her pussy, wet with excitement. She sat on my chest and pushed it to my face. I ate out her pussy as tears rolled down my face. She moaned out in pleasure and forced me to lick her to a 3rd and 4th orgasm. She kept reinforcing how much my slavery was turning her on. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">After her fifth orgasm she took herself off my face. “I’m gonna love having you as a slave, Steve.” She began, putting her face to mine; a smile broadly covered her cheeks. “And guess what? I get to fill your balls up allll over again.” She said giddily as I only groaned. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She reached over and undid my handcuffs and set my arms to my sides. “Now normally, I’d be worried about you reaching over and bringing your achy cock to an orgasm…but now all I have to say is ‘Steve, if you have an orgasm, I’ll tell your boss all about what you’re doing.’” She smiled to me evily. “See how easy that is?” She asked. I groaned out. “On a lighter note, that should never be an issue anyway? I know you’d want to keep yourself from cumming just for my pleasure, right?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“…….Yeah.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Great!” She said. She slid down back to my legs leaving her pussy an inch away from my balls. “ Let’s get these balls nice and blue again!” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I couldn’t believe it; she wasn’t even going to give me a minute of rest from her relentless teasing. I begged and pleaded to her to stop as she stroked my cock and raked her fingernails over my balls but it just seemed to prolong my teasing. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">After what seemed like an eternity, she brought me out of my delirious state. My eyes focused and noticed she had her panties and bra on, I must have been really out of it. “Steve, I’m going to be right back, ok?” I couldn’t make any noise even if I wanted to. “Remember, just because you’re out of your handcuffs doesn’t mean you get to touch yourself.” With that, she left me there on the bed, my balls reminding me of that ache I had felt when I first met her. Even though my balls ached, her absence calmed me down, but not fully soft. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I finally heard footsteps on the stairs and I saw her come back in. She held a small metallic object and a roll of black, electrical tape. She was smiling which made Steve sweat. Whatever she had in mind didn’t sit well with him as she crawled across my legs, stopping at my thighs. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“You’re soft. We can’t have that, can we?” She asked, almost seriously. She set down her objects and rubbed my cock up and down as it grew in her hands. Her other hand massaged my achy balls and soon, as I approached orgasm, she removed her stroking hand and left her hand to rake her nails over my full sack. She watched amused at how I squirmed at the sensation. Every squirm I made, she would squeeze a little on my balls, making me moan out more. She stroked me again, bringing out a drop of precum. “There we go, nice and hard. How are your balls feeling?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Terrible.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She giggled and picked up her objects. The metallic object appeared to be an egg-shaped solid piece of metal with a switch on it, it was a vibrator, the tape I could only assume what she was going to do with. She placed the vibrator against my swollen shaft and bit off a long strand off tape, wrapping the black tape around my cock making it twitch with every turn. She pulled my body closer to the backboard, putting my back against it. She stretched my left arm to the post. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I thought you weren’t going to handcuff me anymore?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oh, I won’t handcuff you anymore.” She replied with a smirk as she rolled the tape around my wrist. She used up half the roll on one wrist and the other half on my right wrist. I wondered why she used so much tape. I didn’t just wonder, I got worried. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">My back to the wooden backboard, cock standing straight up, fully erect and throbbing from the body contact when I was restrained. My eyes met her cleavage as she bent down to analyze my throbbing member, letting drop after drop of precum drizzle down my hard shaft. She sensually massaged my balls, watching my face get worked up. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I can’t take it anymore. Please let me cum!” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Awww, if this small bit of stimulation makes your poor balls ache, you’re gonna hate this…” She said with false sympathy. Her finger gently flicked the switch on the vibrator. My cock gyrated back and forth, sending precum flying everywhere. My balls grew visibly tight and my sack filled as my cock shook back and forth, at the very brink of orgasm. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“AAAAHHHH” I screamed out, feeling a terrible ache in my balls. Amber watched my face as I screamed out in torment. A wry smile went across her face, she was truly enjoying this. My back arched and soon I started humping the air slowly at first and then gained speed. Precum flew everywhere as I furiously humped the air, screaming. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oh, Amber…AHHH…take it...AHHHHH off, I can’t take it AHHHHHHH anymore.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Aww, you poor thing, your balls look they’re about to burst. They’re completely blue now!” She said giddily. “I have an idea that will make them really ache!” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Nooooo, Amber, stop…please!” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Ignoring me, she got on all fours and crawled over, my gyrating cock under her stomach. Her breasts only an inch or two from my face, she said “look at them Steve, you know you want to.” I shut my eyes, still trying to escape the black tape. “Open your eyes, I know you love my breasts. Whatever self control I had, disappeared when she turned on the vibrator. I was uncontrollably horny to a point that my own sex drive overrode any form of sanity I had left. I opened my eyes, screaming, her breasts were so large and firm! My balls now felt like they were being stomped on by a woman in concrete shoes but I kept looking, I couldn’t stop myself. Tears rolled down my face. Amber now smiling the smile of a woman in control pushed her tits against my face. I lost all energy and stopped my spastic humping and let the vibrator coax loads of precum from my head. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She backed away from me watching my eyes go into the back of my head. She flicked the switch on the vibrator; precum covered my entire shaft and the area below it. She smiled at her work, my balls were completely full, and the sack looked like a simple tap would make it burst open. My cock, beat red, twitched in the air still trying to get the friction it would never receive. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“How was it?” She asked in a low voice. I groaned and shook my head twice, incredibly slowly and shut my eyes. 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<span class="postbody">My eyes shot open, an incredible cold covered my groin. My vision, though still blurry was able to make out the sensual form of Amber putting an ice pack on my cock and balls. It took a long time to get my aching cock to calm down and even when it did it was still very firm. She then wiped the area with a paper towel. She discarded it and grabbed another, I had created so much precum she needed two paper towels. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“You feeling ok Steve?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I coughed. My mouth completely dry. I felt the edge of a glass touch my mouth and then water pour down my throat; I gagged as she took it away. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Is that better?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Yeah kinda.” I said still stuttering my words. She put the palm of her hand on top of my scrotum. “How are these feeling?” I groaned out. She rolled them around in my sack, stimulating my cock to grow. She rubbed them back and forth, pulling them away from my cock and pushing them back. The more I struggled against the restraints the harder she tugged. She stopped and took my balls completely in her hands, gripping them firmly pulling them to the bottom of my sack. “Stop…please.” I let out softly. She pulled a little harder. The ache was terrible and the pain she was adding moved to my stomach. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Amber stop please, they hurt so much as it is!” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Shhhh.” Is all she said as if she was empathizing with a small child. Her grip tightened around my swollen balls. I tugged against the tape but it didn’t help. She was smiling now, letting out small spurts of laughter as I struggled unsuccessfully. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore she let her grip go followed by a long exhale from me. The torture wasn’t nearly over however. Taking my half-sized cock in her hand she gave in long strokes, the vestigial precum giving it lubrication. My balls never recovered from the vibrator. Heck, they haven’t had a chance to rest in days and I had no idea how much longer this teasing would last. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I bet this feels really good.” She said, letting drops of precum ooze out of my throbbing cock. She had no idea, my balls felt like they were going to explode and every stroke made my blue balls feel like they had been stomped on. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I can’t take it anymore Amber!” I yelled out in frustration, struggling against the tape. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Awww.” She said off-handedly and continued her strokes. I looked down for a second, my balls were a nice shade of blue and my cock had already oozed a lake of precum all over my stomach. I screamed out. “Be quiet Steve, just sit there like a good boy and suffer for <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">me.</st1:place></st1:state>” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Amber…I…I can’t take it anymore, stop!” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">A stab of pain shot through my body making me jump, back arched. “AHHHH!” I let out in terrible pain as she whacked my balls. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Steve, if you can’t be quiet, then maybe I shouldn’t be teasing you…” Oh yes! I thought, make it stop! “…and instead of teasing you I can take a nice wooden ruler and smack your balls around until you black out, that would keep you quiet, would you like that?” She smiled proudly at my face turning white. “No, not that.” I muttered. “I’ll be quiet.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I don’t know, the idea of a ruler hitting those blue balls is really turning me on…” She said, biting her lip. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“No, anything but that. Please… tease me again.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“What’s that, you want to be teased again?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I looked around nervously and returned my gaze to her devilish eyes. “Yes, please tease me more.” I said quietly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I’m sorry, I don’t think I quiet heard that.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Tease me more!” I said loudly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Well, if you insist.” She said smiling taking her hand back to my soft cock and rubbing it, bringing it back to full length, letting the head touch the pool of precum once again. I groaned and struggled for who knows how long. I watched as she brought herself to an orgasm again and again, watching me suffer. Precum, now dripping like a faucet, spattered all over and my cock, twitching as she let it rest in the precum-pool on my stomach, some of which had dripped down to the sheets below. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">My eyes opened slowly. It had stopped. For what I estimated as two hours the torment had stopped and now she looked down at me, her face and her breasts the same distance away from my face. She pushed her naked breasts firmly against my face, undoing the tape. She made sure to rub them up and down as much as possible making my trembling cock shoot out loads of precum. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Taking my limp wrists in her hands, she slowly and seductively put my hands on her big breasts and let go. My hands, with a mind of their own fondled her. My balls were inconceivably tight as they let loose load after load of precum. Her smile was that of guile as my hands went from simple fondling to groping. I couldn’t help myself. My mind screamed out NO! but my hands kept fondling her huge, firm breasts. I couldn’t stop and she knew it. Her smart look made me grip harder and my cock spill out more precum. I yelled an empty scream, tears ran down my face. She put her lips to mine, kissing me. Her tongue met mine and my mind was jello. The room around me swirled. I no longer had any conscious thought or control over my own body. My hands kept fondling and my cock kept shooting and all the while I begged my muscles to stop, for they didn’t know that there would be no release.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="postbody">Amber Chapter Seven </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I awoke in a cold sweat. The morning sun came through the window shades giving the room a golden shimmer. My body felt numb. I felt as if I was covered in concrete, my legs and arms weren’t moving. I turned my head slowly. Amber was sleeping next to me on her side, the sheet covered her body and I could see yellow fabric on her back as well as two straps going across her shoulders. I lay there awhile longer until she stirred and finally woke up. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She rolled to her right side and looked at me. I saw that she was wearing a very loose yellow tank top with a pink flower residing across the center. She was looking at the bulge in the sheets below my waist. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I bet someone has a bad case of morning wood.” She said, emphasizing ‘wood’ by dragging her finger across the bulge up and down, creating a wet spot by the top. She pealed back the sheet slowly, revealing my naked body and my rock-hard cock. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“You’re so hard!” She whispered in false surprise, coaxing more precum out of it. “I can’t imagine why…” She said with a wink. “We had a lot of fun last night didn’t we?” She asked, my eyes glued to the ceiling. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She lay her palm across my balls and looked at me. “You fell asleep on me last night.” She rolled my balls around. “Pity, too, you seemed to be enjoying yourself.” She smiled as I looked over. Her voice was completely natural as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened last night. “Don’t worry though I cleaned your stomach up, you made quite a mess.” She said giggling, showing her devious side. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“But now that you’re up I’m hungry, do you know how to make omelets?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Yeah, sorta.” I said. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Great! Let’s go Steve.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She tugged me along by my cock like a wagon until we got to the kitchen. She in her yellow, loose tank top and matching yellow shorts and me completely naked, my cock still as hard as ever. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">My kitchen is the smallest room in my house and there is barely enough room to walk around in there for one person, let alone two. I’m sure Amber was fully aware of this as she seemed to take every chance she could to rub against me as I felt each breast or cheek bring me to the edge. I was flipping the omelets when she made a move to get behind me and stopped. I could feel her firm breasts against my back and my cock was already showing precum at the tip. I could feel her warm breath on the back of my neck as she whispered “How are they coming?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ju-just fine.” I mumbled, trying to get my mind off of her body pressed against mine. She watched as I flipped the last one over. I could feel her hands gliding over my skin. She traced my legs and thighs and barely nicked my balls, all of which was making the precum flow freely down my shaft. I stood, mesmerized by the sensation. All I could think about was her beautiful body next to mine. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Steve I think they’re burning.” She said quietly. I shook off the trance and grabbed a plate to put them on. “Got a little distracted did we?” She mused, patting my balls in recognition. She slowly parted herself from me and got glasses of orange juice for us. We sat down at the opposite ends of the table. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Tastes great Steve.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Thanks, I’ve always been good with omelets.” I responded modestly all the while staring down her tank top. She knew full well where my eyes were and didn’t seem to mind, in fact I think she liked it. Every now and then she would pretend to straighten her shorts by bending over and always making sure I got a good look. It was definetly having an effect on me. My cock throbbed and my balls went back to aching terribly. It was becoming painful just to look at her but no matter how much my balls ached I couldn’t move my eyes away for even a second. I wondered what I would do when I was around other women unaware of my situation. Damnit I muttered to myself. I had to go to work today. I contemplated calling in sick but that would only last a few days. Still, there was no way I was going to survive going into work like this. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Amber, you know I have to go to work today right?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oh right, today’s Monday isn’t it? When do you leave for work?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“In about an hour.” I said looking at the clock reading <st1:time hour="7" minute="54" st="on">7:54am</st1:time>. She forked in the last bite of her omelet. “We still need to shower up then.” I didn’t like the sound of that ‘we’ but I just nodded, finished my meal and headed upstairs behind her. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She turned the water on and waited for it to warm up. I watched her breasts jiggle as her top came off followed by her shorts. She smiled at my stiff erection and led me under the water. She let the water caress her body and then cupped my balls. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I bet I can fill these up a little more.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“No please, don’t” I said meekly making her giggle. She rubbed soapy hands all over her body, watching my reactions. My mouth was wide open as she fondled her breasts and let water flow off of her body. I couldn’t help myself…I had to touch her breasts. My hands moved forward and I met no resistance. She watched my eyes half-close in pleasure, touching herself. She was loving the control over me and with her free hand, she massaged my tight sack, stretching my aching blue balls down and massaging them as they tightened back up. The process was excruciating. I was moaning non-stop and she was too. My balls became so tight she practically had to squeeze them to get a good enough grip to pull them down. Even that marginal pain was enough to send me screaming. She squeezed harder making me jerk back in pain and let out a loud cry. She moaned louder as she brought herself to an orgasm, rolling my swollen balls around in her palm as she climaxed. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Oh god…I love big, full blue balls. They’re…they’re just so swollen!” She exclaimed, tugging and rolling my sack around. She gripped and pulled more, sending shockwaves of pain throughout my body. My knees weakened. She let go of my balls long enough to push me down to a sitting position. I looked at her looming over me, lust filled her eyes. She moved forward and pushed my face into her groin, ordering me to lick her. She grunted and moaned out in pleasure as I tasted more and more of her. She climaxed again and looked down at me. “Mmmmm, I love orgasms Steve, they feel so good.” She said slowly, emphasizing all the right words to remind me of my denial. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She took the bottle of liquid soap and crouched in front of me. She washed my body carefully, paying attention to my nipples and thighs. My cock throbbed and twitched end she hadn’t even touched it yet. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I want to give you a full sack for work.” She said rubbing my cock up and down. “It’ll give you something to remember me by.” She added, smiling. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She gave my cock quick strokes but her hands barely made contact. I begged for her to let me come. I pleaded and bargained but all she did was smile at me watching my face contort in misery. She gave me a last upward stroke and watched as my cock bounced around still seeking friction. “Nooo, more Amber please. You can’t leave me like this, I need-” She put a finger to my mouth, silencing me. I whimpered softly as she replaced her finger with her lips. She kissed me slowly and passionately all the while massaging my balls with her free hand. She took herself away from me slowly and turned off the water, leaving me there wet. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Comeon Steve, you don’t want to be late for work.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">We dressed together, I put on my business suit and loosest pair of pants I could find to hide my obvious erection. She put on a black bra and black panties along with a regular blue t-shirt and jeans. At the door she stopped me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“What time are you coming home?” She asked seductively. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Around six.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Good, that will give us time to play tonight.” She responded seductively. “Just remember I won’t be around to make sure you don’t get yourself off. So you have to promise me you won’t cum…ok?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Yeah…I promise.” She smiled proudly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I did my best to smile back to her as I hurried out the door to my car. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I work at an insurance company in downtown <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Chicago</st1:place></st1:city> inside of a large building at the center of the city. At the 7th story is my office as I looked upon it after exiting the elevator. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Hello Mr. Johnson.” The secretary said, greeting me. “How was your weekend?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I cringed to myself for a second, terrible, I wanted to say. “It was ok, I guess…yours?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Fine” She said off-handedly followed by a few details. Since I had been working here I always had a crush on her. Her clothes were always form-fitting and today was no exception. As she told me of her weekend all I could focus on was her white business shirt un-buttoned on the top. At the right angle I could tell she was wearing a white lace bra covering her C-cup breasts. Fortunately, she was too busy with the work in front of her to notice my bulging pants as I waddled to my office. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I sat down in front of my desk and ran my fingers through my hair. My erection pulsed and I could feel my very stiff cock throb as it twitched for relief. This was going to be a very long day. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">After an hour of me trying my best to keep my mind on my work, the secretary walked in. I hadn’t counted before but it seemed to me like she had unbuttoned another button on her shirt revealing even more cleavage. She bent over to a cabinet to grab a few files. It seemed to take a long time as each second made my cock pulse more. Her black skirt was incredibly short showing off her great legs. As she reached for the very bottom shelf I could just barely make out the lacy lines of her white panties. As she rummaged around I could feel a drop of precum stain my boxers. She took the white paper out and turned around, facing me. I looked back down to my work, pretending I wasn’t staring at her. She slowly walked toward me until she was at the edge of the desk. I looked up, first at her cleavage that revealed the middle section of the bra and then to her face. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She had a look of amusement on her face as she looked down on me sitting in my chair. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Here’s the Ferland case you were asking about.” She said bending over handing them to me. I got a real good look down her shirt and she didn’t make any effort to stand straight. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“You like them?” The question was so bold I doubted that I even heard it. Precum continued to drip out of my cock. I looked at her face; she had crooked an eyebrow, “I mean, you’ve been staring at them since you walked into the office. Your eyes were practically glued to them before.” She had caught me all right. My eyes immediately reverted back to her face. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Well, do you like them? Do you like looking down my shirt?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I choked “Oh, um yeah…yeah I like them.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I thought so.” She said smartly, standing up. She strutted around the desk, letting her breasts jiggle. She stood over my chair, looking down at the tent in my pants. “Looks like you’re enjoying yourself.” She remarked. She put her hands on the armrests and bent over. Her foot kicked the lever and the seat shot up, giving me a great view down her un-buttoned shirt. She undid my zipper slowly. My cock pulsing as I heard the zipper go down. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Wait stop.” I muttered out. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She looked up at me but didn’t take her hands off of my pants. “Oh I see, it’s fine for you to stare down my shirt when I’m talking to you, up my legs and even right now…” I snapped back to her face “But you’re telling me I can’t unzip your pants which by the way is bulging out so far I’m worried about getting poked in the eye.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She left me completely silent. “That’s what I thought.” She said cuttingly. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She undid the button and separated the fabric, displaying the huge bulge in my boxers. “Mmmmm you’re really enjoying this.” She muttered, running her finger down the bulge. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">My cock was exposed as she pulled my boxers down. Precum covered its head. “You must be really horny.” She said rolling the tip of her finger in my precum. She ran her finger up and down my cock making it twitch, she was obviously enjoying this. She giggled every time it moved and laughed out loud every time I shot out precum. She wrapped her hand around my cock “Oh my! You’re so hard!” She exclaimed. “Like…really stiff.” Her hand contracted over and over as she gauged the rigidness of my cock. She started giving me slow strokes but stopped after she pulled my boxers behind my balls. “What’s wrong with your balls?” She asked, rolling them around in my sack. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I just haven’t cum in awhile.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Well, Steve, we’ll fix that.” She said giving me faster longer strokes. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Wait!” I said, choking. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“What?” She replied impatiently. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I can’t let you make me cum.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Why not?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“It’s a long story.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I’ve got a long time.” She replied impatiently. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I…I just can’t tell you. I just can’t cum ok.” She sat on my lap slowly and got very close to my face. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“You seem pretty worried about cumming Steve. Why don’t you tell me or else I’ll make you shoot your load all over the place.” She threatened, gripping my cock giving it one quick stroke. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“No, no don’t!” I yelled out. She gave me another stroke, letting precum flow out of my cock. She looked at me harshly and gave me another stroke this one bringing me to the edge and almost over it. She smiled, she knew she had me pinned. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I told her everything from when Amber tied me down to the bed the first night to this morning when she told me I couldn’t cum today. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">The secretary smiled. “Wow I’ve been working for you all these years and I never knew you were into this stuff.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I’m…Ah...Ahhhhhh” I let out as she gave me a loose stroke “…not into this stuff!” I yelled squirming in my seat. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“So why don’t you just let me get you off?” My cock bobbled in the air as I let out a groan, searching for an answer. “I bet it would feel really good.” She said smiling in a soft tone. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I just can’t.” I replied quietly, almost begging. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Can’t huh? I think a little bit of stroking will coax the answers out of you.” She took her hand all the way around the shaft of my cock and slowly moving it up. There was no way I was going to last if her hand made it to my purple head, so sensitive I doubt I could resist even a gentle breeze. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Ahhhh, stop, stop!” I pleaded, her hand stopped moving up my shaft but it held still on my cock and eventually started squeezing and releasing me keeping me on the edge. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">My hands were almost as red as my cock as they gripped the armrests. Sweat beaded down my face and my breath was conducted in sharp quick gasps. And all the while the secretary was smiling, watching me suffer. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“My girlfriend said I couldn’t.” I blurted out, coughing. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Now we’re getting somewhere, Steve. But I already know that, you just told me the whole story, remember?” My eyes looked about the room as hers were still staring into mine. “What I want to know is why you don’t do anything about it. If your supposedly ‘not into’ this, then why do you stick around with her?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Oh God, if only she knew. There was no way I could tell her the truth. The secretary was known for her gossip and even if she didn’t tell the boss directly, he would definitely find out. I had no idea what to say. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I don’t know…” I said, stuttering. She just looked at me with a crooked eyebrow. In the time it took for her eyebrow to raise I thought about it. Amber was the perfect woman, if not for her obvious flaw of being a cockteaser. She was sexy, funny even if it was more of a wry, malevolent sense of humor and she was smart or at least smart enough to pull this whole thing off. In essence maybe I did love her. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“That’s all you have to say?” She said. “Tell me the truth.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Please, you have to stop this.” I begged. “What happens if someone comes in?” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I’ll just tell them you said you’d fire me if I didn’t let you jack yourself off to me. I can play the innocent role quite well.” She added, biting her lip. “Now tell me!” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I shuttered at her touch, my whole body squirmed uncontrollably in my seat. My cock twitched at her touch. She laughed boldly with my eyes transfixed on her bouncing breasts. It was a catch-22, her bouncing breasts and glorious cleavage made my cock twitch and my body shutter, which in turn made her laugh and her breast bounce. Her hand brushed against my cock, sending it in tremors. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Mister Johnson!” Red flushed through my face and body. I could see the secretary’s open mouth. My boss was standing in the doorway staring at us. The secretary leapt up and put her hands to her face, pretending to cry. She ran to our boss. “He told me if I didn’t-” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“That’s enough! I saw what was going on here. Both of you are fired, clean out your desks immediately!” With that he stormed out. The secretary walked out slowly not even looking at me. My cock, needless to say stayed soft from then until I arrived home. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“You’re late.” Amber said as I walked into the door. It was <st1:time hour="18" minute="50" st="on">6:50</st1:time>, I was 50 minutes late. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I’m sorry Amber, but I” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“No buts, you said you were going to be home by six, you’d better have a good reason.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I paused and looked at her, she still had a look of playful anger on her face. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“I was fired.” </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Her playful look turned to a nasty one. Her face contorted to such anger I didn’t think it was possible. She took three strides to me and brought her leg right between my own. Everything went dark. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Everything was perfect!” I heard Amber’s voice yell in anger. I could see through tears her body tieing mine to the bed. I was completely naked and I had no idea how long I had been out. “And then you fucked it all up didn’t you Steve!?” I had no idea what she was talking about. A thick rope had secured all of my limbs to the bed. She crawled over quickly bringing herself face-to face with me. I could feel her breasts against me. “You were the perfect slave. You had money, you were single, your own home and then you had to go and get fired!” She was fuming, absolutely fuming. She slid herself away from me and sat on my legs. My cock had stiffened when I was unconscious and had been brought to full size when she was next to me. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“You’ve got guts, don’t you? To get hard after what you’ve done.” She took my balls in her right hand. “No, not guts Steve, you’ve got balls. Big…blue…fragile…balls.” With that she squeezed and she squeezed hard. In all the time I had known her I thought I knew what pain meant. I thought I knew how hard she could squeeze when she wanted to. I was wrong. The pain was unbearable and I am not using that term lightly. I think if I had a gun it would have gone straight to my head. After I was done screaming I looked at her from teary eyes. She was breathing hard and smiling a devilish smile. Her teeth showed and my brittle balls were still in her hand. My cock, successfully soft lay on my stomach. She reached over to her left and grabbed a small plastic object. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“Remember the little box the nurse gave me?” My face went cold. “Well this little toy right here makes sure you never…ever cum again.” She almost spat out each word, enjoying the taste of my torment on her lips. “Do you even remember what it’s like to cum? How long has it been, just about 13 days right? Almost 13 days of constant torment, constant teasing and endless blue balls. Can you even remember what it was like to feel incredible pleasure burst out of your cock?” tears were rolling down my face, this couldn’t be happening. “I hope you do Steve because it’s never…ever going to happen again.” She waved the device around in my face, it was a plastic caged shaped like a flaccid cock. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">“You’re not worried I’m gonna put you’re cock in this thing are you?” She laughed. It wasn’t a playful laugh it was an evil one that penetrated my soul. “Well don’t because I’m not going to.” She took a string and tied the device along with its key around my neck. “What I’m going to do to you is much worse.” She took out of her pocket the small vibrator and then another…and then another. Each one had a long black cord attached to it. She took black electrical tape and attached one to my cock head, my shaft and my balls. She made sure to get as much pubic hair inside the tape. Each cord was an electrical cord which she plugged into the outlet next to the bed. She explained “There, now the batteries won’t run out of power.” She wrapped the cord from the vibrator on my balls around the sack and pulled. They were isolated now but only slightly. My balls would survive but they were already turning a faint blue. “It’s been fun.” She said dryly as she flicked on the vibrator on the head. My torso convulsed. I begged her to turn it off, to reconsider but she had already made up her mind. After a minute of my pleading she turned on the next one on my shaft. I was humping the air uncontrollably. “And now for my favorite” She whispered, flicking on the last vibrator around my tight blue balls. I could tell why it was her favorite. The long amount of teasing, the string cutting off circulation and the vibrator all contributed to the worst pain I have ever felt. She lingered by my side for a little bit longer, soaking in the pain I was feeling. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">She got up and walked to the doorway. She reached it and turned to face me “Oh and Steve.” She said in a sympathetic voice. “I called the nurse earlier.” All I could do was continue to scream out in pain. “I told her to check up on you in a day or so. Be sure to thank her for the gift.” She said in her last words to me, referring to the cage dangling by my neck. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span class="postbody">Epilogue- </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">It had been a long week. I pulled up to the bar in my “new” car. I thought I’d drink my anger away, I’m sure I’d be able to find some poor guy to buy me a drink. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I had been so close, everything had fallen into place but that pathetic loser had to go and get himself fired. I exhaled slowly at him and the men before him. Not too much of a loss though I did have a good time with him. </span><br /><br /><span class="postbody">I opened the car door and took out the keys from the ignition. I listened as I heard several keys jangle. A new one had been added tonight. I always kept the extra key to my former slaves as a reminder. I walked into the bar wearing a black dress, no man had ever resisted it. I looked around the room and sure enough there was another young man sitting alone on a barstool ordering his scotch. I smiled, this one was going to be too easy.</span></div>
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beggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496029123292410607noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006536387784256319.post-29496025742739651332008-04-06T16:04:00.000-07:002008-04-19T17:06:13.345-07:00New locationHey everyone, it's begger from Orgamdenial.com. For those of you who are new to my writings, I write erotica based on teasing and denial and cock and ball torture (cbt). Each of my stories i try to make different than the one before it. Although each is about a man forced into the world of pain and pleasure and each story is around 7-10chapters (30-50k words), every story incorporates different characters, setting and occurrences.<br /><br /> I'm using this site to post my OD.com stories that I've written. I plan to post everything that I post on OD.com on here and vice versa. The only exceptions would be non OD.com related stories.<br /><br /> I've written some shorter stuff, but they somehow get turned into multi-chapter sequences. I take requests and appreciate feedback more than anything else. Enjoy.<br /><br />And for those of you who are n00bs, do ctrl+f to find specific chapters or where you were in a story.beggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496029123292410607noreply@blogger.com15