Yea, I’m good.” I say, standing with my shorts around my knees and my junk hanging out, cock and balls throbbing for totally different reasons. “Yea, let’s go.” I take my shorts the rest of the way off.

She walks up and gives me a pretty passionate kiss and whispers “fuck me.” Under her breaths. (This wasn’t a request, this was just her go to saying when she was extremely turned on by whatever we were doing).

She wraps her fingers around the top of my sack and pulls it tight, my balls are pressed in between her fingers and palm. My hands reach behind her and grab her ass cheeks. Her grip tightens and I feel my toes instinctively start to lift me up as the air leaves my lungs. She starts to suck my neck while squeezing my balls, licks up my neck and nibbles my ear.

She says into my ear, “Stay up, you can do it. You’ve done longer.”

Pain is flowing over my entire body, my legs are shaking and I can just feel that my face is beat red.

“Stay up.” She demands as she lets go.

It takes all the strength I have to not collapse. She pushes me back and I feel a wall behind me. I lean up on it, taking any relief I can get.

She crouches, like a baseball catcher, and lightly plays with my cock and balls. I brace because I thought I knew what was next. I wasn’t.

She slowly, ever so slowly, slides her tongue around my sack, sucks one of the balls into her mouth for a second, let’s it go, slides to the base of my cock, and slowly up my shaft until she’s licking my head like an ice cream cone. She proceeds to wrap her lips around my cock and slowly take it in. She starts bobbing her head up and down on my cock slowly accelerating as she goes.

I’m doing everything I can to stand. One arm is pressed against the wall behind me, the other is grabbing onto her shoulder for dear life. My balls ache with every swing but her mouth just feels absolutely fantastic and it’s pure ecstasy.

My hips start bucking as I get close to the finish line. But I want more. We both know once I cum it’s game over for the busting, and we’re not done yet.

“Get up, I want more.” I demand.

She shoves her face as deep over my cock and acts like she won’t get up. I grab the hair on the back of her head and pull her off my cock. “Get up.” I tell her firmly.

She looks up at me with these stupid Bambi eyes and obeys.

“What do you want?” She asks, shockingly innocent as if she owed me a favor. (In an old story I explain we’re a switch couple but it started with me as the dom and her the sub, and we often reverted back to that naturally).

“Anything, I don’t care, get me good.”

She pauses for a second and bites her lip, “Okay. Hold on.”

She means it, literally hold on.

I lay my arms on her shoulders and wrap them around her head as she puts her hands on my shoulders.

“Are you ready?” She normally makes sure when she knows I’m near the end or if she’s really going for gold.

“Go for it.”

She takes a deep breath in and kind of ruffles my hair with her fingers behind my head, but then pulls down on my shoulders hard as she jams her thigh into my crotch.

I don’t remember if the wall helped me stay upright or if all my weight was on her shoulders but holy crap that was a good shot and it knocked the air right out of me.

My face my must’ve looked funny because she laughed when she looked at me. “Ha, you good? More?”

I must’ve done something that made her think I said yes.

She quickly jabbed two more thighs firmly into my crotch, crushing my balls between her well toned legs and my pelvis. After the second one she kept her thigh there and grinded my balls into my body. Something about skin to skin contact…

At this point I didn’t care about trying to stay quiet or anything. I’m straight up panting and growing. My balls are in my throat and the pain is at a level that’s really hard to describe, but it was overwhelming. I loved it.

She looks at me with her big blue eyes. “One more, okay?” She didn’t give me a chance to respond.

I think I blacked out on this one for a second.

I literally don’t remember the impact itself.

I’m on the ground, rolling around I think, agonizing pain, testicles are screaming, stomach is churning, I’m nauseous, literally feels like I’m choking on my balls, can’t breath, I’m dying.

She crouched next to me rubbing my back, “Shh shhh, it’ll be alright. It’ll go away. I got you with my knee that time, my fault. Don’t forget to breath, baby.” She’s trying to comfort me despite being the reason I’m on the ground. I personally always loved that dynamic.

After a few minutes she gets me to lay on my back and uses her phone flashlight to look at my balls.

I’m still getting my breath back, pain not yet gone but approaching tolerable levels.

Her fingers start to dance over my cock, bringing it back from the dead. She lazily starts to jerk me off, sending a shiver of pain up my spine as it bounces my nuts. “I think they’re fined they looked mostly fine at least.”

She unzips her bra (she’s wearing one of those sports bras that zips in the front) and brings my hand to her tit, pleasant surprise. She starts to jerk me off more vigorously and eventually brings me to the point of cumming, I don’t know how much time had passed since the first time but, holy shit, what a sense of relief came with that.

She wipes her now cum covered hand off on her shorts and sits next to me. We hang out there for a bit before deciding it’s time we better get our clothes back on the right way and start our walk home.

I’m not into public stuff but that was such an exciting, spontaneous situation, I loved it. I hope you guys dig the story. Sorry if it’s a little long.

(First part)

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