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Kick after kick, knee after knee. Simon couldn’t stop stroking in his bedroom, his dick still slimy with his cum from earlier when Jackie had jacked him off. Oh how good it felt he thought as he kept stroking watching the muted Ballbusting porn, his blankets kicked off and his cock rock hard.

With every stroke he felt the familiar tingle of pleasure. Switching between watching the video on his phone and the memory that played on the back of his eyelids, Simon gripped himself harder, picking up the pace.

With grunts and groans, his free hand gripped the sheet, feeling the pleasure rise up his shaft slowly, his sore balls now tingling with ecstasy as his veiny cock twitched. Suddenly and powerfully the force of his self induced euphoria overcame him.

Pumping out another sticky white load, his second orgasm since Jackie had left, he groaned deeply, as the semen leaked out of his dick tip and ran down the side of his pulsating cock.

Sighing as he fell back into his pillows, plucking a tissue from his nightstand he tried to focus on the orgasm but it was all but fleeting, like a bird migrating, it was not long for this place.

As he cleaned himself up his face grimaced, not from over sensation but the opposite; a lack of it. He dabbed up the blobs of cum at the base of his shaft, wiping his cock clean before running an almost unconscious hand across his semen stained nutsack.

As his finger caressed his sore, red balls he felt an electric jolt of pleasure shoot up his spine, forcing him upright. His hairs stood on end as he lightly, ever so softly felt his nuts.

Giving them a light squeeze his brain flooded with dopamine and endorphins from the mere memory of Jackie and her strong grip. Before too long his mind was overcome with the visage of Jackie squeezing him beyond words and Amanda kicking his balls with a force unlike anything he had ever felt.

Before he even could react, as if the antithesis to a refractory period, the memories had stimulated him back to a medium chub, his dick ready to go again.

As if a light bulb went off above his head, he sat up again, this time jolting out of bed. Pulling his bedroom door open he could hear the trio downstairs faintly, their laughter the only audible sound outside of the clanging of their glasses.

Equally horny and also terrified he took a deep breath before gazing over to his closet; he knew what he had to do. Like a drug high he would be forever chasing, the shot of adrenaline he would always crave, he came to terms with the need, the desire the unabashed CRAVING for a kick. Just one kick.

Just one more kick.

Fondling his nutsack now more so for pleasure than checking if Amanda’s brutal snowboot kick had destroyed his testicles, Simon slowly walked down from his bedroom, roughly half an hour after Jackie had burst in; the sensual handjob and agonising ball squeeze still so fresh in his mind that both his mouth and cock drooled at the thought.

Gripping the railing he walked down slowly, now in loose basketball shorts and a long flowing singlet. The girls laughter still echoed across the house, the pitch sending waves of embarrassment across his body. Ashamed and horny in equal measure he pushed on about to enter the room.

Suddenly a bellow of laughter shrieked, breaking a momentary silence. Like a frightened turtle he sunk into his shoulders and pushed himself up against the wall before fully entering the room, listening all the while.

“I bet you popped his left one Mandy.” Jackie said, the new ice cubes in her now empty drink rattling.

“Balls are pretty tough. Shame Simon isn’t though.” Amanda said giggling, her words a little slurry.

“What was it like?” Carly inquired, her voice sounding raised in excitement and curiosity.

“You’re nearly out of vodka Carls.” Amanda replied, tipping her glass upside down, surprised at the lack of liquid within.

With a huff Carly got up from the table, grabbing the empty glasses and walked into the kitchen. Calling from beyond the wall;

“I bet you felt really powerful Mandy. Gosh I’d love to try that.”

At the same time that Carly re-entered the living room, drinks in hand she nearly dropped them as the tall lanky frame of Simon stood across the room. Amanda and Jackie’s gazes soon joined Carly’s as Simon stood before the powerful trio, scared and exhilarated.

“Your balls still in one piece?” Amanda asked sounding both curious but mocking.

“Bet they’re mush.” Jackie said, sliding a sensual tongue across her top lip, Simon unable to fully look at her without his cock twitching wildly.

“So are we still gonna play? If you can’t then go upstairs, we were having fun drinking anyway.” Carly said, placing down the newly refreshed drinks for her friends.

“I’d uh, I’d like to play still.” Simon replied unsure of himself.

“Well okay good, I think it was your turn anyway.” Carly reminded him.

“Okay.” Simon said, the group all refocusing and pulling their chairs in closer to the table, Carly leaning in, Amanda her elbows on the table, pushing her lovely boobs together while Jackie playfully fiddled with a loose strand of her hair.

“Truth or dare.” Simon asked, looking across the table, not to Carly as the rules called for but to Amanda.

“Oh we’re doing whoever now? Shit okay. Dare.” Amanda said enthusiastically.

Pausing, all eyes firmly on him, their gazes all equally intense in their own unique way. Unsure of where the words came from or the confidence to spit them resided a powerful sentence leapt from his tongue;

“I dare you to get your boobs out.”

Carly gasped pulling a recently manicured hand up to her face as Jackie laughed, banging the table with her hand. Before anyone could truly react or even question the dare Amanda had her tattooed hands cupping her breasts, pulling them free from her crop top.

Freed from their confines Simon stared at the pleasure pillows, beyond besotted with them. Heavy luscious boobs with artificial perk, the aureolas the faintest shade darker than the rest of her boobs, her hard nipples both pierced, the steel recently shined.

Breaking his trance, Carly snapped her fingers in front of Simon’s face. Bewildered he shook his head as Amanda laughed.

“It’s my turn, you can put your boobs away Mandy.” Carly said

Brushing her off with a casual flick of her arm Amanda took another sip of her drink; “No I think I’ll keep them out.” She finished softly shaking from side to side so her beyond beautiful boobs would jiggle, distracting Simon once again.

With a grunt of frustration Carly yelled at him;

“Truth or dare!”

“Dare.” Simon responded, knowing full well the smirking Jackie across the table wouldn’t let him say truth.

Looking to Carly, her striped pink pyjamas ever so loose on her petite frame, Simon saw a devilish grin grow across her face, almost all consuming.

“I dare YOU to take one kick…from me!”

Stunned with worry and overwhelming horniness, Simon nodded to the trio reluctantly, Amanda stifling a giggle as Carly smiled, Jackie leaning back in her chair biting her lip.

“Glutton for punishment.” Amanda said, turning her chair around slightly to face the open area of the living room.

As she did so Simon waddled to the side closest to the kitchen, Carly finding herself closest to the stairway.

In awe of her radiant beauty, her skin glistening, her smile wide and hair cascading down her face, Simon spread his legs just like before, placing his sweaty hands behind his back. Looking down at her uncovered feet, her toes recently painted and finely manicured.

Practically bouncing with excitement, Simon nodded in Carly’s direction indicating he was ready. Taking a deep breath he readied himself for a powerful, kick and the sensual contact of her uncovered foot. Yet the familiar pain of a kick did not come.

WHAM

Instead, just as rapidly a powerful pyjama covered knee slammed up between his legs, pinning his delicate already tender balls against his body. The force immense and almost unbearable. As the knee found its mark, his balls feeling like they would explode from the sack, he let out a pained cry as he crumpled around her, falling over her in a limp hug.

“Hehe oops.” Carly laughed placing a delicate hand in front of her lips.

“Argh!” He cried, as the giggling Carly pulled away, causing Simon to fall to his knees, clutching his nutsack through the thin basketball short material.

Carly, Amanda and Jackie all hollered and howled with laughter, jabs and insults chucked at the pitiful Simon who felt his dick firming up as the pain turned pleasurable.

The material wasn’t strong enough to conceal the boner he thought. Through limp steps, careful to avoid standing upright he stumbled into the kitchen.

“Better get some ice for those balls!” Amanda called out through spouts of laughter.

“Jackie you GOTTA try that!” Carly said clapping her hands together as if she received the gift she wanted for Christmas.

Pushing up from the table Jackie cried out; “you guys! He may really be hurt. I’m going to get him some ice.”

Jackie walked into the kitchen, closing the dividing door behind her only hearing Carly’s last jab before the door muffled them out;

“If you want some scrambled eggs I think Simon has two you can have!”

Jackie walked further into the kitchen to see Simon in the corner of the kitchen, the freezer door wide open and a bag of frozen peas pressed against his basketball shorts, his head staring up at the ceiling.

Walking over she smacked her hand into the other-side of the peas the shock going through into his balls, jolting Simon back to reality.

“You poor thing!” Jackie began sarcastically, her hands tracing his waistband.

“I’m fine really.” Simon said pushing the peas harder into himself to both calm the swelling and conceal his erection.

“Oh you poor baby, let me see the damage.” Jackie said, pushing the bag of frozen peas out of her way, ripping the basketball shorts down to the ground by the waistband, revealing two dangling red nuts and a rock hard cock.

Kneeling down, her face mere inches away from his throbbing veiny dick, she tilted her head, as if silently studying the damage.

With a delicate hand she cupped the low hangers, wrapping her hand around them. Giving them the lightest little tug she watched surprised and impressed as his dickhead leaked a healthy tablespoon of precum. Yanking again she saw it do the same again and again, the tugs not painful but they still caused Simon to wince.

“Oh S—“ she began, breathing out hot air all across his aching shaft. “Your balls are SO red. And this dick! It’s all blocked up, probably from the trauma.” She said, a weird, almost acted sympathy befalling her.

“It’s working fine Jackie really.” Simon said unable to hide his melting brain, his horniness causing his dick to twitch and his head to sweat.

“Well…I’ll just have to help clear this blockage.” Jackie said taking Simon’s long, thick dick into her mouth. She slid him deeper and deeper until she began to gag on it. Simon fell back into the bench, dropping the peas as euphoria overtook him, his cock disappearing inside Jackie’s tight, wet mouth.

With each suck and slobber he felt her tongue caress his cock from inside, paying special, delicate attention to his dickhead, the feelings weakening his knees as he felt the familiar tingle of pleasure begin to build.

Taking him out of her mouth, she placed his saliva, pre cum covered cock into her hand and began jacking him off, towards her covered tits, the turtleneck stretched thin as her tight, athletic body tried to push through.

“Do you like that?” She said speeding up, feeling him firm up slightly in her hand.

Unable to adequately respond Simon just nodded, doing everything in his power not to pass out from pleasure.

As she stroked him with one hand she grabbed his dangling balls with the other, careful not to tug or squeeze. She trapped the balls away from his body, firmly positioned above her closed fist. She held him there as she continued to stroke him, Simon blissfully unaware as the orgasm tide rose high, about to crash on the shore.

“Are you gonna cum, you’re gonna cum when they’re right outside? What if they hear, oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.” Jackie said, her sultry, sexy voice sending Simon over the edge, her strokes all but ensuring it.

As his orgasm train left the station she released his now furiously twitching cock and, with all her might smashed her closed fist against the trapped red balls.

With each hit Simon wailed in horror as the pleasure was cut down by a new and crippling pain, his load bigger and more powerful than ever, covering the kneeling Jackie throughly from stem to stern.

Every punch to his cumming balls released a massive pump of semen, his dick barely able to keep up with the shots it was sending off.

Unable to handle his manhood’s destruction, Simon floundered and fell to the floor, as he tried desperately to unclasp Jackie’s firm grip.

With one final punch from Jackie, Simon felt like he had transcended to a state beyond pleasure and pain, where they became one and the same and nothing at all.

As if enlightened, he lay on the tiles, his eyes glazed over and breathless in a pool of his own seed as the goddess stood proud above him, wiping the cum off her glasses lens.

With a cheeky smile and a lick of her lips she ran her hand quickly down the front of her body, diving deeply into her pants for a quick and passionate rub. As quickly as it had began it stopped, her self control unrivalled. Jackie regained her composure and looked down at the broken husk before her simply saying;

“Get up, we still have one more round of truth or dare…and it’s my turn.”

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