This is great, keep up the good work!
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This is great, keep up the good work!
It didn’t take long before we’d lifted him back onto the bed. Untied his hands (no resistance this time) then re-tied him spread-eagled, stretched, to the bedposts. He was begging and sobbing for mercy. But Maggie wanted to carry on. And I didn’t want to let her down.
So we sat either side of him on the bed.
I took hold of his cock. Began giving it a friendly rub. He responded. It got harder. I slowed down.
Maggie looked on, fascinated.
“Can I…?”
I let go. He groaned in frustration again.
“Be my guest!”
She took his cock in her big hand. Wrapped her hot hard fingers round it. Began stroking him. He was still hard. He got harder.
He began writhing and bucking as she worked on him. I really thought she was going to make him come.
But she didn’t.
She let go of his dribbling and frustrated cock. Sat back and ran her fingers through her hair. The way her breasts swayed made me hot. Didn’t know what it was like for poor Kevin, but he groaned.
“OK then. I’ll have this one!” She moved both hands, grabbed one ball.
I grinned. Grabbed the other.
We were just holding on, not hard. But he was already screaming.
“You ready, Lieb?”
I was ready. I nodded to her, smiling. We started squeezing.
had a look at Literotica, thanks for the idea. Seems a bit tame - not much if any F/M as far as I could see. Nothing about ballbusting, even. Think they need spicing up :D ?Quote:
Originally Posted by justjon
Definitley!Quote:
Originally Posted by skweezme
there is a section on BDSM stories featuring T&D and some pretty harsh bondge, but everybody could always use a little spicing up now and then. ;)
It was a bit tricky at first, with both of us competing for a good grip.
One ball or another sometimes popped out of our grasp. That made him yell!
It made us laugh!
We were both enjoying this, working on him together. Falling into a rhythm. Sometimes we’d both be squeezing as hard as we could, when we got a really firm grip.
Sometimes we’d alternate squeezes on one ball then the other. Harder or softer. We just played around, trying to amuse and surprise each other. OK, it got a bit competitive.
He screamed and begged us to stop.
We sometimes let him take a little breather, a break, until he settled down a bit.
Then one of us would start on his balls again, and the other would join in with relish.
I was pleased and surprised that I seemed to be causing just as much pain as Maggie. His balls must have been really sore!
I dug my thumbnails into the one I was holding.
Maggie smiled and did the same with the one she had in her powerful grip.
His screams reached a new pitch.
I was seriously tingling again! The excitement made me squeeze and dig in harder, deeper.
Maggie laughed when she saw what I was doing, the effort I was putting into it.
“Hey, Lieb! You don’t want to…do yourself an injury OK? Steady on!”
She let go of her ball and sat back, smiling at me.
I let go of his ball, grinning, a bit sort of embarrassed. Shook my arms out. My muscles were getting a bit cramped, to be honest, now she’d mentioned it.
“Hey! Look at him Lieb! Look at that wet face. He’s crying! Look what you’ve done to him, you cruel thing! Is she being too…horrible to you, Kevin, you poor thing?”
He couldn’t speak. It was just groans by now. Raspy groans. From the screaming.
OK. Maybe she was right. Maybe it was time we finished. For now. Let him go before we went too far. Had to stop somewhere. Didn’t want to injure him. Not really. Hurt him and torture him, yes. But we had to draw the line somewhere. Had to be reasonable and everything.
And we just had to do this again!
“OK Maggie, I guess you’re right”
“Really, Lieb? OK. But…I still bet I can squeeze harder than you! Just watch!”
She grinned, mischievously. Sat upright. Gave her own solid arms a quick shake, making her muscles ripple, flexed her hands and forearms and grabbed his ball again.
I watched. Mesmerised. Panting. Getting hotter and hotter as she squeezed harder and harder.
I'm feeling the same way...panting and getting hotter and hotter! lolQuote:
Originally Posted by skweezme
I kind of hope they let him go, only to force him to come back for more of the same at a later date!
Thanks for the next part of the story, Skweezme. Can't wait for the next section.
Then she began popping his ball again, crushing it until it agonizingly shot out of her grip. Again and again.
He was screaming.
I felt every brutal pop myself, throbbing with each one.
I started groaning.
My orgasm was building up in increasing waves. I used my fingers to surf the swell, riding it as she carried on torturing him.
Then I came and came and tumbled into delicious swirling waters of ecstasy, his screams ringing in my ears like blasphemous church bells. Or something. Phew! It was a bit like that.
Maggie was grinning at me. She’d let go of him. Her hand was between her legs.
“Was that good, Lieb?” her eyes twinkled.
I nodded, smiling.
“Yes! Thank you! Quite nice!”
We both laughed.
Then she stood up from the bed, one hand still between her legs.
“My turn now, Lieb!”
I didn’t know what she meant, just smiled back at her encouragingly. My cunt was still tingling.
She climbed onto the bed and straddled him, sat down on his stomach facing him. She smiled down at him as she let her weight settle, knees either side.
His breath was pressed out of him under her weight. He was struggling to breathe now. She started rocking on him, pressing her cunt down on his gasping stomach.
She began panting a little. She spread her thighs more and ground down harder, rocking herself with more abandon.
She was a magnificent sight!
Then she stopped. Laughed. Raised herself up on her knees, towering over him on the bed. He gulped in air, relieved of her crushing weight.
I thought she was just going to drop back down on him or something, but she didn’t. Instead, she dropped forwards onto her arms so that she was completely over him, dwarfing his puny body beneath her.
Then she clambered forwards over his arms until her cunt was over his face. He drew in enough breath to begin sobbing and begging for mercy.
She just settled down on him, smothering his cries, bringing her thighs together to make sure he kept his face up. She just sat there as he struggled and cried beneath her.
“Lieb?”
I realised Maggie had been saying something. She’d turned to look at me.
“I…what?”
She laughed.
“I was wondering if you could…if you could make him scream, Lieb? Make him scream into my cunt? I’d love to feel that!”
I came out of my daze.
“Yes! OK! Sure, Lieb!” I grinned. Flexed my arms and hands. They felt fine.
I took a deep breath, savouring the moment. His spread-eagled legs, his vulnerable and bruised balls. Maggie.
I drew my arm back, then punched him hard in the balls again.
Kevin is never going to escape the torment from these oh so cruel girls is he?
Good! because if he did I would have nothing exciting to read :D
Still loving this story, i do feel a little sorry for poor Kevin...but not that sorry!
I think they're going to let him go soon. But who knows? I can never tell what they'll do next! :DQuote:
Originally Posted by justjon
Maybe they should invite his wife around to see what he loves, then she could have a go at ruining his poor, already battered testicles :DQuote:
Originally Posted by skweezme
He bucked and shuddered violently, but his screams were muffled under Maggie’s weight.
“Hmmm! Lovely! Carry on, Lieb!”
So I did. Kept on punching his tenderised balls. Maggie kept grinding away on his engulfed face.
“Oh yes, Lieb!” she panted. “Yes! Come on! Harder!”
I laughed, then began punching with more force, putting my weight into it.
“Oh, Lieb, yes…Yes…YESSS! Ohhhh! Oh yes! Oh…” Now she was just bouncing on his face, dropping her cunt down again and again as he tried to breathe and scream and beg all at the same time in the moments his mouth was free of her pulverizing weight. I carried on punching, matching my rhythm to hers, as she satisfied herself.
Eventually she slowed, then just settled down on him with a deeply blissful sigh.
“Phew!”
I punched his balls one last time. The hardest.
It hurt.
I rubbed my knuckles.
“So…was that good, then, Maggie?”
“Good? Yes, it was…quite nice, thank you!”
When we’d finished laughing, Maggie reluctantly climbed off her smothered victim