Part 1: A Fantasy Shared
"Start recording," she said.

His thumb pressed the red circle and the phone chirped, indicating video recording had begun. He gulped audibly.

Trembling with arousal and anticipation, his rampant erection arced heavily toward the screen, mostly filling the frame. The bulbous head shone taut in the foreground, supported by the thick, veiny shaft. Just below the base, cinched at the neck of the his scrotum, a silicone band bunched his bloated balls in a full, tight package. A manicured hand with dark teal nails entered the frame, lightly scratching the smooth scrotum.

"How long?" she asked.

Another audible gulp. "Eight days."

"Mmmmm," she intoned with satisfaction. Her hand encompassed his balls, the cum-stuffed orbs over-filling her palm, and she squeezed. "Sooooo full..."

He grunted but did not attempt to close his legs. His cock flexed and seemed to grow harder still.

"Are they extra sensitive?" she asked, visibly compressing and deforming his tender testicles.

He coughed, "Yes, *OOF* very."

"Good," she said, her smile evident in her voice. She released his bloated package only to give his bound nuts a firm slap. He yelped but still did not protect himself. "Tonight we're going to beat the cum out of these fuckers..."

He moaned, and a large dollop of precum dripped down the shiny, mauve head...



Five Nights Prior

They lay in bed next to one another, she reading her book, he on his phone. Deep in the story, she almost unconsciously slipped her foot over to touch his, caressing him absent-mindedly. He glanced over at her, smiling.

After a few silent minutes he put down his phone with sudden resolve. He rolled on his side, facing her. Finishing the paragraph she picked up her bookmark, placed it between the pages, and carefully set the book on her chest, looking over at him with an amused smile. "Yes?" she inquired.

He propped his head up on his hand. "Would you be up for using your mouth?"

She arched her eyebrow. "Right now?"

He laughed. "Well, whenever you find a good stopping point, of course."

"Ha! I would love to, let me just-"

"But don't let me cum."

She paused for a second, looking him in the eyes as if to gauge his sincerity. Suddenly she turned away and put her book on the nightstand, returning to face her lover. "You want me to put your cock in my mouth, lick it, kiss it, suckle on it," her full lips enunciated every word carefully, "get it all big and full and throbbing? You want me to worship your thick cock with my mouth, and bring you right to the edge, but not let you cum?"

He gulped, his cock already twitching to life against the comforter, making his words redundant. "...Yes. Please."

Grinning broadly she pulled the comforter and sheet off of him. "You dog," she laughed, seeing that he had already removed his boxer briefs. She took a moment to admire his hefty cock, laying long and thick on his stomach and not yet even half hard. Gods, she never got tired of this beautiful monster...

Her long, slender fingers reached out, tracing the thick veins up the rapidly-swelling shaft. As she reached the wide, flared knob his erection lifted from his belly, bobbing gently in time with his heartbeat. Her hand slid lower and wrapped around his balls, squeezing gently and pulling down so that his cock was pulled vertical, standing tall and proud from his groin.

Tearing her gaze from his magnificent cock, she looked him in the eyes as she leaned in and began wetly to kiss her way up the shaft. Her lips parted slightly as she kissed the head, her tongue snaking out to swipe the sensitive crown. His breath caught and he hissed through clenched teeth.

She winked, giving his balls a firm squeeze, and then opened her mouth extra wide to engulf his bloated knob. His head went back, eyes closed, as he reveled in the heavenly feel of her lips and tongue. Just the head was practically a mouthful, and it always took her a moment to adjust. But before long she began sliding up and down the first few inches, thick saliva slipping down the girthy shaft.

She got into a slow but steady rhythm, and brought her other hand to stroke the rest of his shaft in time with her sliding mouth. He could not suppress a deep, guttural moan as she worked his cock expertly and enthusiastically.

After only a few minutes she pulled off, holding his rampant cock up, licking and kissing all around. Thick precum already flowed freely from the tip, and she slurped it up eagerly. Then she once more took him into her mouth.

His stamina was never a match for her oral ministrations, and tonight was no exception. She felt his balls begin to draw up and his cock got even thicker and harder. Then goosebumps broke out over his whole body and she knew his orgasm was imminent. She went down, pushing the fat knob against the back of her throat hard, and then suddenly pulled all the way off. Using his balls she held his cock vertically and watched, rapt, as it twitched in earnest, desperate for that small amount of stimulation that would send him over the edge.

Eventually the twitching subsided, the bursting knob positively weeping precum. She leaned in and licked up his thick arousal, a deep groan of frustration escaping his his slack mouth. Then she sat up, released his balls, and gave them a firm pat.

He grunted, working to catch his breath, his heart beating a mile a minute. "Thanks, hon," he managed to cough out.

She leaned in and kissed him deeply on the mouth. "Mmmm, you're very welcome. Maybe tomorrow we can start a little earlier and get in a few more edges, before you return the favor."

"Yes, ma'am," he said smiling.

She rolled over, turned off her light, and pulled the comforter up over her head. "Sweet dreams, Lover."

"G'night, My Dear," he said, looking down at his still achingly erect cock. The bloated eye of his cock seemed to stare back at him accusingly. With a heavy sigh he shut off his own light and tried to find sleep, a deep ache settling into his balls.



The timer on the video showed that only four and half minutes had passed, but it felt like hours. The soft, manicured hand glided slowly up and down the thick shaft, wet with lube and copious precum. In the lower-right corner of the frame his balls bobbled, bloated and a deep mauve in color.

Once again he felt the orgasm building to the breaking point, threatening to overwhelm his senses and spill the veritable gallons of cum stored up in his poor balls. And then her hand slid up and all the way off of his cock, gripping his balls as his twitching erection teetered on the edge of eruption. He groaned and tried his best to keep the phone steady.

"What do you think? Are we ready?" she asked, obviously eager for the main event.

He mewled an, "Mmhm," and she laughed.

"Come on. I want to hear you say it. Ask me for it."

"...Please," he said, so soft it was almost inaudible.

"Please, what, Lover?"

"Please... will you please beat my balls until I cum?"

"Of course I will," she said, grinning. "Now was that so hard?"

She wiped her hands on the towel and retrieved the paddle. It was black, made from heavy but flexible leather, about ten inches long and four wide. She put it under his scrotum and then used it to lift his balls into the center of the frame. A gout of precum launched from the bursting knob, adding to the considerable mess on his stomach.

"Oh, honey, these look so full... it must be so uncomfortable," she said in mock sympathy. "Let's get all that nasty, thick cum out of those poor balls, shall we?" She bobbled his balls on the end of the paddle a few times, obviously enjoying the anticipation.

Suddenly she pulled the paddle up and brought it swiftly down with a vicious *thwack* across the top of both of his balls. All the air left his lungs in a whoosh and he was left speechless as the dull ache in his cum-stuffed balls doubled and then trebled. He moaned, but his cock did not lose an ounce of its hardness.

"Ooh, that was a good one! I got both of them there, didn't I?"

Without waiting for a response she began to bounce the paddle on top of his sac, almost like she was dribbling them. The strikes were not terribly hard, but they were firm and insistent, the pain building with each steady strike to an almost unbearable level. Just as he was about to cry out she stopped, only to swing in the paddle from underneath, brutally compressing both balls against his pelvis.

He coughed and gagged, dropping the phone on the bed. As his vision cleared he retrieved the phone and re-centered the frame. She was rubbing the paddle over and around his bloated, taut scrotum, his achingly hard cock clearly still on the verge of a massive eruption.

"Almost there, Sweetie. You're doing so well..."

With that she began a torturous routine: firmly tapping first one testicle and then the other with the end of the paddle, four times each. After the fourth tap on the second testicle the paddle would rise above her head and crash down onto both balls with a resounding *Thwack*. Each heavy strike caused his cock to lurch and jump. His balls were positively killing him, but nevertheless his orgasm was growing more and more urgent.

Her tempo increased, and soon she was only tapping each swollen nut twice before each full strike. He was moaning constantly now, his cock swelling to trembling fullness, the eye gaping open, precum pouring forth in preparation for the coming flood.

Breathing heavily with exertion and arousal she said, "Here we go! Home stretch!"

The taps stopped altogether now, and she began to paddle his balls with great force, over and over again.

*THWACK*
*THWACK*
*THWACK*
*THWACK*

He cried out as the orgasmic contractions started deep inside, the floodgates opening...

*THWACK*
*THWACK*

And then it happened! The first thick rope erupted from the wide, flared tip, flying with incredible force up and out of the frame. But the strikes didn't stop. With preternatural skill she timed each heavy *THWACK* in between voluminous bursts of his pent-up seed. On and on he came as the blows rained down, until finally his gooey cum began to pump out in a lazy, steady flow and she affectionately rubbed his battered balls with the paddle.

They both laughed as they came down from the incredible high.

"That was fucking amazing! I can't believe how much you came!"

He was actually pretty surprised himself. And as the endorphins subsided the deep ache in his abused balls began to settle deep in his gut.

"I think next time we should go for two weeks! Ooh, and maybe we can try the rubber mallet?"

He gulped, "Oh, fuck," and thumbed the red circle to end the recording.







Part 2: Escalation

Our hot, ballbusting couple takes things to the next level.

Day 0

"Ohhhhhh, fuuuuuuuuuuuck," she groaned, grinding her pussy all the way down on the root of his thick cock, his girth hitting all the right spots as she impaled herself. For his part, he was trying to control his breathing, holding back the veritable torrent of cum desperate to burst forth. Her pendulous breasts swayed above him, mere inches from his face, and he leaned up and, after a few eager attempts, managed to catch her nipple in his mouth and orally worshipped the tender flesh. Instinctively she leaned down to give him better access and at the same time began to lift her hips and forcefully drop back down, riding his full length once again with reckless abandon.

"It's soooooo- AHH! good- FUCK!- to have you home again, sweety," she said, between gasps and swearing. He could only grunt his agreement as he switched to the other tit. "You remember *SSSSSS* that video we made?" she hissed, her own orgasm building to what promised to be a violent climax.

Of course he knew what video she meant. They occasionally recorded their lovemaking for their own later enjoyment, but that video had been a first for them. She knew he knew, but that was part of her tease.

"The one- fuck- where I beat the cum- oh, god!- out of your tender- yes!- bloated- YES!- balls?!" Fuck, his dick was so good, and he was meeting her thrusts perfectly.

Reluctantly he released her delectable breast from his mouth. "I think I- UGH- recall..." he replied, trying for dry humor in the face of his impending orgasm and probably failing.

"I may have watched it a few times while you were gone," she confessed, her bouncing slowing but becoming more insistent. "And I maybe made myself cum 4 or 5 or 6 times..." and just the memory of that made her pussy spasm and sent a jolt of pleasurable electricity throughout her body. Oh, this was going to be a GOOD one...

The thought of her so turned on – cumming six times to the memory of that experience – sent his own arousal into overdrive and he felt the floodgates beginning to open. Gods, she was gorgeous. Wrapping his arms around her he pulled her in close and flipped her over so he was above her. Her eyes went wide in surprise. He pulled out until the wide, flared knob of his rampant cock was poised at her entrance, still parting her rosy lips. Looking up at him she moaned in anticipation, knowing what was coming. He leaned down and kissed, her hard, and growled into her mouth. He buried himself to the hilt and she cried out, her orgasm finally cresting and EXPLODING through her body. He ground his buried cock against her vulva as his own orgasm exploded, their combined climaxes building and crashing and reinforcing in a beautiful crescendo of literally mind-numbing pleasure.

After what felt like subjective minutes their orgasms began to subside, and he lazily ground against her as their heart rates slowed and they began to catch their breath. He kissed her again, more tenderly this time. She touched his cheek and ran her hand through his hair as she relished this most intimate of moments with her lover and best friend.

Eventually he pulled out and they cuddled together for a few minutes, he on his back and her head resting on his chest. Reluctantly, she slid from the bed for her post-sex pee, doing the funny dance to try and keep the cum from getting everywhere. From the bathroom he heard her exclaim, "Jesus Christ, honey! It's like a goddamn river of cum!" He only chuckled in response.

A few moments later she emerged, naked and still glowing. She leaned against the door jam, her hair a beautiful mess, and looked deeply into his eyes from across the room. His cock began to twitch back to life.

"Let's go for two weeks this time," she said, smiling wickedly.

He looked at her, uncomprehending for a moment; he had expected her to say something about a round two. Then understanding dawned and his eyes went wide. "Seriously?"

"Fuck yeah. No cumming for the next two weeks, and then I'm going to do things to your balls you never dreamed of." And then, grinning, she ran to the bed and jumped into his arms, his cock rock hard before she had finished her sentence.



Fifteen minutes and two of her orgasms later she slid off his achingly hard cock, satisfied and exhausted. Somehow she made it to the bathroom one more time, and then collapsed against him and pulled the covers up.

He looked over at her. "Er, I thought... maybe... that you meant starting tomorrow?" he finished hopefully, sliding the covers down past his junk suggestively.

"Uh uh," she breathed, once again resting her weary head on his chest. Gently she traced the bulging veins of his shaft with her index finger. "You've got to be good and," she yawned and blinked slowly, "hold back. I'm going to build up the biggest load ever in these poor fuckers," she said tiredly, gripping the neck of his scrotum and wobbling his big balls. She released her grip and patted them firmly, and moments later was fast asleep with her hand resting on them.

He groaned softly. A thick bead of precum dripped from his knob, his cock still glistening with their combined juices. It was almost like it was weeping with desire. This is going to be a long couple of weeks...



Day 3

As he drifted toward consciousness he became aware of a few sensations. Warm sunlight caressed his torso, spilling through the diaphanous curtains. The ache in his balls reasserted itself, which also brought his attention to the hand not-so-gently cradling and kneading his swollen sac. Finally, and most insistently, he felt a wet, warm sensation enveloping the top of his very erect cock. He blinked groggily and the vision of a sun-kissed angel greeted him, her milk-chocolate locks framing a beautiful face that was currently stretched dramatically to accommodate his girth.

She saw him looking and smiled, as well as she could, and slid his cock from her mouth with an audible *POP*. "There he is," she said, and wetly kissed his slick knob. "I woke up with this fucking tree trunk stabbing my ass, but once I saw how eager he was I couldn't help but give him some love," she explained, bouncing his balls gently on her palm.

"Oof, easy, hon," he said, grunting from even that small impact.

"Oh, are your poor balls pretty tender?" she inquired in mock sympathy, and put his cock back into her mouth, bobbing gently and squeezing his balls.

"Ohhhhhhh, *cough* yesssssss," he hissed closing his eyes and revelling in the sensation of his rapidly building orgasm, the pleasure from his cock mixing with the ache in his balls in the most mind-numbing ways. Gods, had it only been three days? "This is- fuuuuuuuuck..."

She slipped his cock from her mouth once again with a slurping sound. "You gotta tell me when you're close, okay?" giving his cock a firm, wet kiss with a little tongue right below the head. "We've got a loooooooong way to go before these fat nuts get emptied," and with that she began trying to suck his balls into her mouth. She pushed and squeezed and sucked pretty forcefully but could only manage to get one swollen testicle in her mouth at a time. Meanwhile her right hand made lazy trips up and down his trembling, glistening shaft. She moaned into his poor balls while he gritted his teeth and groaned.

Looking up at him she kept his nut in her mouth, laving it round and round, and began more firmly and insistently stroking his cock. "Oh, fuckfuckfuckfuck," he grunted, trying desperately to hold back the torrent of cum eager to burst forth, wanting these sensations to go on forever even as his balls protested their sensual abuse.

But all too soon he couldn't take any more. "STOP!" he cried, and she slid her hand up and off of his cock. She gave his balls a final kiss and watched rapt from about three inches away as his cock violently twitched on the bleeding edge of exploding. He was taking deep gulping breaths, trying with all his might to relax and ride through the pre-orgasmic tremors without tipping over the edge, and so he missed the glee on her face as she watched his struggle.

Eventually the twitching subsided and precum, slightly cloudy in color, positively poured forth from his bursting knob. She sat back on her haunches and licked the precum from her hands contentedly, not unlike a mischievous cat.

After a minute or two his breathing returned to normal and he blinked a few times, smiling up at his lover. "Can I return the favor?" he asked, sitting up on his elbows and licking his lips. His cock visibly throbbed at the though of tasting her sweet pussy.

"Mmmm, I'd love that, but I've got a meeting before class this morning. Rain check?" she leaned back down and gave his bursting cockhead a final, wet kiss and then hopped up and pranced to the bathroom giggling. He just groaned, flopping back onto the pillow. He covered his eyes with his arm and tried not to think about the dull ache radiating out from his full balls.

"'e'ewer: no cu'ing o'ay!" she intoned from the bathroom, through a mouthful of toothpaste.

"What??" he asked, chuckling.

He heard her spitting into the sink. Her head peaked around the corner, her hair up in a sloppy bun, which somehow made her even more attractive. "I said, 'Remember: no cumming today!'" and with that she disappeared into the bathroom once again. His hands instinctively went to his balls, gently cradling them. He tried to remind himself that the wait would be worth it, but it was soooooo difficult to hold onto that idea when this gorgeous vixen was playing his cock (and his libido) like a concert musician with her instrument.

As he tried to remember what he had to do today, she emerged, suddenly fully dressed and ready to go, her black pin-striped pants accentuating her full hips and delightfully round ass, and her 3/4 sleeve green sport coat that matched her eyes. Light makeup and a still-somewhat-messy bun of hair topped off her academic flourish, with her thick-framed glasses the only thing missing. "I've got a couple-hour break between classes today, and my students are just giving presentations this afternoon. Got time for a quickie at lunch?" she asked, stuffing her leather messenger bag and slinging it over her shoulder.

He shook his head, still not sure what day it was. "Uh, yeah, for sure!"

"Cool. Cool cool cool," she said smiling on her way out the door. "I'll be back around 12:30; don't be late!"

"Honey!" he called as the door shut with a firm thud. He silently counted, One, two, three-

He heard the door open. "Have you seen my glasses?" she called from the living room.

"Uh, I think they're on the coffee table," he called.

"There we go!" she cried triumphantly. "Okay, bye for real this time!"

"Bye!" he smiled to himself as the door shut once again.

It was only then that he noticed his cock was still rock-hard and there was a puddle of precum overflowing his belly button and making a mess of the sheets. He sighed and stood, pulling the sheets from the bed and used them to catch the still dripping precum from his semi-hard cock as he headed to the bathroom to start the laundry and grab a shower.



It turned out he had quite a lot to do that morning, which he thankfully remembered halfway through his shower. Nothing too stressful but he had had to head into the office for a bit and that always meant fifteen little things he hadn't planned on that needed his attention.

Around 10:30, as he was finally getting started on today's tasks, his phone buzzed and he heard the playful *meow* that was the ringtone she had set for herself. His heartrate increased as he pulled out his phone and unlocked it.

Your cock was sooooooo tasty this morning 😋🍆

"Goddammit," he whispered, his cock thickening rapidly.

You drive me fucking crazy
my balls are killing me 🔵🔵

She 'loved' his message and sent an immediate response. This time he was presented with a low-angle shot of her standing at a lectern, presumably in one of her lecture halls. But filling the frame was her incredible ass, seeming to practically burst forth through the straining pinstripes on her pants. He almost drooled on the phone as the next message came through.

I want you to go to the bathroom and stroke yourself right to the edge to this ass

Right now?? he thought.

*meow*

Yes. Right NOW
Pics pls 🤤🤤

Fuck, she was delightful about requesting dick pics, but never before at work! He smiled and typed back the only possible response:

Yes, ma'am

She 'loved' that message and quickly sent a follow-up:

But NO CUMMING!!1
🚫💦
😈😈😈
😘😘😘

He groaned and 'liked' her message, smiling in spite of the renewed ache in his churning balls. He looked around warily and stood, putting his left hand non-chalantly in his pocket to hold onto the bloated knob of his cock as he walked to the bathroom, limping only slightly.



Fifteen minutes and a lot pre-cum clean up later he was finally back at his desk and just about to slip his headphones over his ears when Karen walked up. He tried not to roll his eyes as he set his headphones down. How was he ever going to get out of here?



He squeezed out the train doors as soon as they opened and sprinted the block and a half home, visions of his sweetheart urging him on and stirring his balls to greater productivity.

At 12:48 he threw open the door, trying to catch his breath. "Hon? Sorry I'm late..." he stopped, because he heard a deep moan coming from the bedroom and he could feel as well as smell her arousal. He took a deep breath in through his nose, letting the intoxicating smell fill him; he loosened his tie and kicked off his shoes as he stumbled his way to the bedroom.

"Where have you beeeeeeeeen?" she whined, playfully. She was on her back on the bed, her head and shoulders against the headboard, her legs bent and knees up with her feet planted flat on the bed. She was naked except for the green sport coat and her glasses. Her tits looked amazing in just that coat, full and pressed together, faux-modest but tantalizingly close to bursting out. He could never articulate why but the glasses just added that certain something that drove him crazy.

Her smooth pussy was an absolute mess, glistening with her arousal; right now she was rubbing slow circles on her clit with four fingers of her right hand, while her left palmed and squeezed her right tit under the lapel of her coat. She stopped rubbing to lick her juices from her fingers, obviously not for the first time. 

"Fucking Karen was on my ass again today," he said, trying to get his damn pants unfastened, his painfully full erection making it comically difficult.

"That bitch," she said, laughing. Just as his fly finally popped open she shook her head. "Nuh uh, I want that tongue you promised earlier. Get in here," she beckoned. He paused, his fingers on his fly and looked at her. Gods, he wanted to fuck her so bad. But he licked his lips and knelt on the bed, crawling up between her legs.

He saw her eye his cock, trying desperately to tear through the thin fabric of his dress pants, but she only said, "Please, baby, I've been so horny allllll morning..."

Looking in her intoxicating green eyes he rubbed his thin but strong hands on her knees and down her thighs. He knew time was short but he couldn't resist teasing her just a little. Leaning down he kissed her inner thigh, nibbling a little and using his tongue. "Fuuuuuuuuck, yes. Pleeeeeaaaaaase," she begged huskily.

Suddenly he planted his mouth over her vulva, applying suction and licking enthusiastically from the bottom of her slit up to her clit, swiping his tongue back and forth before repeating.

"Ahhhh!!" she screamed in relief, gripping her own thighs tightly. She slid her right hand down and bumped into his left hand holding her thigh for leverage. Instinctively they locked fingers and held one another tightly.

He took a few moments just to enjoy himself, using his tongue to apply pressure to her opening, sliding up her slit, gently nibbling her clit, sucking on her engorged labia; just generally savoring the experience and the flavor.

"Fuck! You taste so fucking good," he growled into her sopping pussy, his face already a mess. She moaned in response, her chest and face markedly flushed with arousal.

This had been fun but he knew time was short and she seemed more than ready. He gave her one more tantalizing lick from vagina to clit before enclosing her mound with his lips. He made his tongue wide and flat and began applying firm and insistent pressure, sweeping it in an upward direction over her clitoral mound again and again and again.

"Oh, fuckyesyesyesyesyes. Jussssst like that..." she clinched her eyes shut and her breath came shorter and shorter as her long-awaited orgasm began building in earnest.

Keeping his left hand gripping her thigh and hand, he brought his right down under his chin. Without breaking rhythm with his tongue on her clit, he teased her vaginal opening with first his middle finger and then his index finger, too. She groaned deeply and pushed up into him, mashing her clit against his wide tongue and trying to get his fingers deeper. But he was done teasing and slowly but firmly pushed two of his sopping fingers into her, causing her to cry out in relieved ecstasy.

The prep work complete, his task now was to keep up the rhythm, enjoy the ride, and carry her over the finish line. He rocked his fingers back and forth in time with his firmly licking tongue. Her g-spot practically called to him and he curled his fingers up to rub the bundle of nerves there, keeping up his rhythmic rocking motion. His own anguished pleasure at feasting on her pussy burst forth as a deep moan, the bass vibrations escalating her arousal even further. He couldn't help but hump down into the bed, the sensations on his desperate cock compounding with the intoxicating ache from the compression of his tender, full balls.

His perfect ministrations quickly built her pleasure, like ascending levels in a parking garage: round and round and up and up. She looked down and saw him totally absorbed in his task: living fully in this one, interminable moment of pleasuring HER. She bit her lip as his loving service and desperate arousal tipped her over the precipitous edge of her orgasm.

"Yes. Yes. Yes! YES! Ohfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck... FFFFFFFUCK!!" she cried out as her vagina clamped down on his fingers and she fucking CAME! The tidal waves of pleasure crashed over her, blanking her mind and washing out all other sensation; her universe was the orgasm exploding through her whole body.

He carried her all the way through her fulfilling climax, from long practice applying just the right pressure to her clit and her vagina.

"Oh... holy shit...," she purred, between gasps still catching her breath. She blinked and smiled down at him drunkenly, laughing as the endorphins continued to flood her body. His face was a mess; her abundant arousal coating him from nose to chin. His own pleasure evident in the wide grin adorning his handsome face.

Suddenly his eyes slid to the nightstand. They went wide and he hopped up to the bathroom. She smirked at his still raging erection, now accompanied by a tremendous wet spot on his dress pants. But she reached out with both hands in mock distress, "Where you go?"

He turned on a faucet and she heard, "Can you shut up for one second??" She gasped and then his head popped around the corner, a wide-eyed look of mischievous surprise on his face. She squinted daggers at him and he barely dodged the flung pillow as he ducked back into the bathroom, laughing.

A few moments later he hurriedly emerged, a warm, wet washcloth in hand. "Aww, sweety," she chimed appreciatively as he gently cleaned her up.

"Ooh!" she squeaked as he swiped across her mound, her clit still super sensitive.

"Sorry," he offered, "but look at the time!" Then she, too, glanced at the nightstand and saw 13:27 staring back at her. It took her brain a moment to register that she had class in 33 minutes! "Oh, shit!" she exclaimed, popping off the bed. As she grabbed a fresh pair of underwear he came up behind her and gently grabbed her arm, turning her toward him. Coming up to just past his shoulder, she looked up at him with wide, affectionate eyes as he leaned down and kissed her tenderly. She put her arms around his neck, the underwear tickling his upper back, and kissed him back. Their tongues met and he pulled her in by her waist; she moaned into his mouth, and felt his throbbing cock flex insistently against her belly.

After far too short of a time she pushed him back, smiling but saying, "I gotta go!"

"I know, I know."

Moments later she was once again professionally put together and heading for the door. He was buttoning his shirt as she walked up to him and touched his face. "Thank you," she whispered, then dropped her hand and smacked his aching blue balls once. She smiled and turned to leave as he grunted and doubled over a bit, resting his hands on his knees.

"Thank you," he coughed.

As she opened the front door he heard her call, "You're gonna wanna change those pants, hon!" The door softly closed.

He looked down and noticed the enormous wet spot over on his hip. "Fuck."

The door opened again. "No underwear this afternoon. Byyyyeeeee!"

"But-" and the door closed again. No underwear? In his state??

He muttered under his breath, smiling to himself as he tried to disentangle himself from his wet pants, his cock still doing an admirable impression of a steel bar.

He caught sight of himself in the full-length mirror next to the closet. He looked ridiculous with his pants (finally) around his ankles and his thick cock jutting out like a damn club. He turned to face the mirror and saw that his balls looked ridiculous, too. They were noticeably swollen, tight against the base of his cock but still stretching the skin of his scrotum and a deep mauve in color; it felt like the backed-up cum was exerting pressure all the way up to his fucking stomach.

He cradled his aching, bloated nuts as he stepped out of his pants and hobbled to the bathroom, trying not to think about the fact that any hope of release was still more than ten days away. What would she have in store for him next?







TO BE CONTINUED...