Play wrestling, last part.
Releasing one hand from my tenderised testicles, Janice manoeuvred me onto my back.
She lay on top of me, slid her upper thighs around my neck and pinned down my arms, with her vulva inches from my nose.
I stuck out my tongue, as an automatic reaction to her erotic aroma, but she held its intended target just out of my reach.
Her testicular hold became softer as Janice whispered,
“This is your last chance to say our safe word, Alec, so we can enjoy a slow mutual oral. Otherwise, I’m going to do something that we will both regret. It has to be my turn to win!”
I had already achieved my objective; already enjoyed more than sufficient pain.
However, in my intoxication of alcohol, pleasure and pain, I said,
“Mutual oral sounds so clinical. Why can’t you call it sixty-nine?”
Janice slowly pushed her cunt lips against my lips, and then continued bearing down upon me.
Before my tongue could start licking, she had entrapped my face and clamped her strong thighs together.
I could hardly breathe, never mind move my lips or tongue.
I felt her hand grasp my sack more strongly, holding underneath and pulling my balls away from my body.
As her first punch powered into my left testicle, still firmly grasped by her other hand, the pain shot up my abdomen, ******* out what little air I had left in my lungs.
Janice’s arse jumped, leaving my face just long enough for me to breathe in once, before she trapped my face with the tops of her thighs.
I felt her slowly, deliberately, shutting her legs together, ******* my cheeks into my gums and my lips into a pout.
“Alec, you know it’s dangerous to blow into a vagina. Tell me the safe word!”
I attempted to say “Sorry” before an explanation that my action was involuntary, but I could not move my mouth.
‘Does she know that I cannot talk?’ I wondered.
As Janice waited silently for me to speak, I began to panic.
‘Will she damage me, thinking that I’m intransigent?’
I tried signalling with my feet, then wriggling my torso.
Her second blow caught my right ball full on, ******* a weird noise from my contorted mouth.
Before I had time to appreciate the pain, Janice started raining punches into my stretched scrotum.
My balls had no place to move, nowhere to bounce, no option but to absorb the full force of each blow.
Each time I thought that my pain could not get worse, but it did.
I stopped silently counting her punches at twenty, for I was simultaneously in hell and heaven.
I had finally achieved my long-term ambition of being completely within a woman’s power, but I was terrified of serious injury.
Janice continued punching.
I attempted to feign unconsciousness, but I could not control my bucking and squirming with each blow.
My pain continued to increase; my head began to swim and I became unbearably hot and sweaty.
Without warning, Janice jumped off and walked away.
I wanted to curl into a foetal ball, but I could not find the strength.
I heard her peeing, then her footsteps returning.
Janice asked,
“Have you had enough?”
I opened my eyes, looked up at her aroused body and deep brown eyes, then gasped,
“Yes. A little too much.”
“Say the safe word.”
I was not exactly back in reality; perhaps I should have been more circumspect.
Certainly, I should not have used the safe work from a previous relationship,
“Chrysanthemum.”
“You stubborn bastard!” yelled Janice, dragging my trunk from the bed by my ears.
She sat between my legs, spreading them as if a wishbone and pressing her heal into my balls.
Again, I was helpless, with my head and shoulders on the floor and my bum on the edge of the mattress.
I yelled as each of her dozen heal-kicks powered into my ovoids.
Janice stopped kicking and firmly massaged my balls with her foot.
In a matter of fact voice, she stated,
“You will use that word,” then she attempted to damage her foot on my balls again.
At her next pause, I tried,
“Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious”
“Oh, no, not her! Your old friend Sue asked me how frequently I used that word. Now I understand! Let’s see if two feet will clear your brain.”
I shook as I felt her pulling back on my legs, then almost jumped free when both her heals powered into my tenderised testicles.
My cry of,
“Antidisestablishmentarianism” only seemed to enrage her further.
Each double blow shuddered through my body, ******* my balls into places balls have no right to go.
This attack seemed to go on forever.
When Janice finally stopped, she was panting as though see had finished a marathon, and my body was quivering with fatigue.
I mumbled,
“I can’t remember the word, Janice. I’m in trouble and I’m not playing a game, honestly. Please tell me the safe word.”
“Very clever, Alec,” she replied, “You will claim that I gave in first.”
“No, I won’t. You could spell it for me.”
She did, and I said it.
Janice helped me to lie flat on the bed, then pronounced the words that I did not want to hear,
“We’re not going to waste that rock hard erection. You lay back and relax, I’ll do the work.”
I won’t suggest that Janice deliberately thumped into my balls on each of her down strokes, but it sure seemed that way.
It was my most painful ejaculation of all time.
* * *
I awoke to sunlight, fresh coffee and a packet of frozen peas, wrapped in a cloth, surrounding my scrotum.
“You ****** me to dominate you last night,” insinuated Janice.
“I feel fine, thanks for asking.”
“I’ve change my mind about the nudist beach, so get up, put these on and we’ll go.”
Janice placed a vest and a tiny, thin pair of Lycra shorts on the bed.
I asked,
“Where are my other shorts, or my jeans?”
“I washed them, you grubby boy.”
These shorts were designed for lounging, not walking three miles to that beach along a well-frequented cliff-top path.
I decided that I would use my beach-bag as a shield when the friction on my swollen balls produced the inevitable hard-on.
Janice yelled out,
“Hurry up Alec, it’s a beautiful day. I’ve packed everything in the rucksack.”
As we set off, she stood far too close, in her tiny white bikini, and whispered in my ear,
“Tonight, I want you to spank my vulva as hard as you can. I want to see if I’m brave enough to ‘forget’ the safe word.”
With than, she violently struck my balls with the palm of her hand, then strode ahead.
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