Grace's Mistake

On a leisurely afternoon, I was waiting for my girlfriend, Grace, at a cafe near her workplace, fully immersed in the aromatic scent. As a college freshman, I had been eagerly looking for a romantic partner. However, it was not easy for me, who had never met a girl and lacked experience, to suddenly attract girls’ attention. The girl who saved me from that loneliness was Grace, with whom I am currently dating. I fell in love with her from the moment I first saw her. I hate to admit it, but I was a virgin. I have never had sex with Grace, even with any other girl too. It might be a result of my lack of self confidence toward a girl so far. However, as the weather suddenly became colder this week, I was feeling even more lonely, and I finally made up my mind to take the final step forward to her today.

Before I knew it, there wasn't much time left until I had to go see Grace, so I had to leave the cafe quickly. At that time, I suddenly heard two women chatting at the table next to me. They looked like my age and it seemed that they were talking about something about their boyfriends. With that thought in mind, I was momentarily curious and couldn't even try to get up from my seat. Rather, I quietly adjusted my posture to sit closer to them, wanting to hear more about what they were talking about.

“Just kick him in there without hesitation.”

“I always do, and his scream is so pitiful every time.”

“Never mind. He deserves it for having those dangling small things.”

“Couldn’t agree more. How dare he shout at me with those vulnerable spots exposed?”

“So pathetic. I'm always glad I wasn’t born a man every time I see them.”

When I listened closely, I couldn't believe my ears because their conversation was exactly about men's testicles. Then they started giggling, cruelly mocking the most important parts of men. After fully understanding what the story I was curious about, I suddenly felt quite uncomfortable.

‘What the weird bitches. They should get hit in their pussy too.’ I thought to myself as I glanced at them.

I came out with the thought of what kind of women were talking about such nonsense, took a deep breath, and quickly started heading to meet Grace. However, their conversation kept lingering in my mind, preventing me from completely enjoying the euphoric journey to Grace. Their sarcastic laughter repeatedly echoed in my head, and I couldn't get rid of the unpleasant feeling.

Walking down the street toward meeting Grace, I reflected on my past experiences. I had personally never experienced the extreme testicular pain, only mild ones a few times. Of course, sometimes I heard stories of someone getting hit in the balls and going to the emergency room, but I thought those were just some extreme cases. If the damage was that severe, it would be no different from getting hit elsewhere. I came to the conclusion that although getting hit in the testicles was quite painful, it wasn't something to make fun of as the women did in the cafe. I couldn't understand why the women spit out such things even though they could feel similar pain in their own genitals.

“Hey, Liam!”

“Oh, you scare the shit out of me!”

“What a waste… I should have taken a picture of your surprised face!”

When I turned my head back, right in front of my eyes was the face of a cute woman with curly brunette hair, with her shining green eyes focused in the middle and a humorous expression on her face. She was Grace. She suddenly appeared behind me, startling me as I looked around for her. When I saw her cute appearance, all the unpleasant thoughts I had just moments ago disappeared in an instant to a refreshing degree. And when she giggled happily and straightened up her body again, I realized how large her figure was again. She was quite a bit taller than me, about six feet, and was a big, chubby girl. The coat she wore in the cold weather made her body appear even bigger. Grace took my hand and began to lead me into the movie theater while I was looking at her softly, as if she didn't want to stand motionless in the cold weather. I could feel her powerful grasp in her fairly thick hand as I was being pulled by her.

After watching a mediocre movie, Grace and I had a quick dinner at a nearby restaurant and were finally heading towards the climax of the day. We drove to our luxury hotel, a modern high-rise building not far from the restaurant. Entering the hotel lobby, I tried to make myself relaxed by joking with her. The high ceilings and fresh interior created a completely different atmosphere from the streets we had wandered around so far. It was my first time at a place like this, but as a man, I thought I should lead her, so I awkwardly approached a staff member at the front and told her about the reservation and took the room key. Looking at her excited face made me even more nervous, and as if I had become mute, I tried not to speak to her as I walked from the hotel lobby, down the hallway, took the elevator, and then down the hallway again until I reached my reserved room.

When I finally opened the door, I found a nice interior, a nice bathroom nearby, a balcony, and a bed large enough to roll on. Its romantic and cozy mood quietly stirred my sexual impulses, and perhaps hers as well. Grace and I sat side by side on the bed after taking a quick check at the room's layout and took off the quite thick coats we had worn due to the cold weather. My heart began to beat faster as her body, which had been hidden by the coat, became more visible, and her feminine curves were also revealed slightly beneath her clothes. But at the same time, Grace's already brilliant eyes became clearer, as if anticipating the sexual pleasure that was about to unfold, and I began to feel overwhelmed by her for some reason.

“It's nice and fluffy. Would you like to see what’s happening on TV?” I awkwardly said.

She was staring at me with her sparkling green eyes and said “Oh, come on Liam, Are you nervous?”, sitting close to me and narrowing her eyes, “Just tell me. This is your first experience, right?” she continued.

“Grace, what are you talking about?” I retorted, not wanting her to know that I was inexperienced, so I played on my pride.

“It’s okay. It's not something to be ashamed of,” she replied. Then she quietly closed her mouth, looked at me for a moment, and then quietly got up from her seat. As I was sitting, my gaze was directed towards her face, which was higher than I expected.

“Alright, I’ll take my shower first. Please wait here, Liam the Great,” As if my answer wasn't necessary at all, Grace stuck out her tongue and disappeared into her shower.

Soon I started to hear the sound of water showering, and I slapped myself on the cheek and quietly composed myself, thinking that I was handing over the initiative to her from the beginning. And I was now picturing in my mind images of the imminent sexual intercourse with her. I was very curious about her naked body, but I was equally curious about whether she would like my naked body. It seemed like it hadn't been long since she entered her shower, but I could already hear the door opening again. As I turned my head in the direction of the sound, I saw Grace in a white shower gown with a towel tied over her head. And I looked at her with my mouth open in a daze, and saw her appearance somehow glowing.

My heart was pounding as I saw her almost naked like this for the first time, but I was still able to quickly scan every inch of her. Her chubby cheeks and nape of her neck seemed to take on a bright pink color, perhaps due to the warmth of the place. And her silhouette underneath that rather thin shower gown was quite fascinating. She was slightly taller than me and had a fairly chubby body, with curvaceous volume. Her fairly broad shoulders and even wider hips create an hourglass shape, giving her a striking feminine feel. In the middle, two prominent huge breasts were exposed on either side of her arm, which was clutching her gown. And underneath, a tight shower gown was pulled tautly over her slightly plump belly and thighs, creating a dent in the middle, suggesting her feminine crotch. With violently shaking eyes, I was busy imagining her appearance in the shower gown.

“Now take a shower,” she said with a faint smile.

“Yeah, I’ll be out soon,” I answered towards her.

After staring at Grace blankly for a while, I finally felt that it was my turn and got up from the bed and headed to the shower room. As I entered there, leaving behind her curious gaze, I could still feel the faint scent she left behind. After taking a deep breath, I took off the shirt and pants and looked at myself in the mirror, wearing soft but tight briefs. Although I didn't have a large frame, my torso had a fairly good definition and my limbs looked sleek and still muscular. Finally taking off the brief, my slightly swollen penis and low hanging scrotum were revealed in the mirror. Because I had completely shaved for this event, they were more clearly visible. Even the appearance of two smooth, oval-shaped testicles inside the sack. Then, I suddenly remembered the hollow part in the middle of Grace's shower gown just before. And that thought continued to stir up waves in my head again, leading to the stories of the women I overheard in the cafe. As I recalled their story, I looked down again and realized that two balls of slightly different heights and sizes were barely hanging between my legs, making me feel precarious.

Thinking that maybe it looked like that for no reason today, I gently lifted both testicles with one hand. Then I started to feel something slightly sensitive in my lower abdomen. Depending on my subtle touch, that unique feeling also changed slightly. After checking the condition of the flesh orb in my hand by gently touching it with my finger, I took a deep breath and tapped it with a very slightly clenched fist.

There was no special feeling. But in fact, I was so scared at the moment that I couldn't even make a slightest touch to the balls and only lightly hit the root of the ballsack slightly above them. Unable to fool my conscience, I took another deep breath and this time really tapped both testicles, very gently. All of sudden, an unpleasant pain came from my balls that made me flinch, but it felt bearable. I was thinking about trying it one more time, but a sudden feeling of fear struck me and I gave up on that useless test.

’Enough. Doesn't hurt that much. What the hell am I doing because of those bitches?’

Explaining to myself that what I had heard at the cafe earlier were just exaggerations, I began to feel a little more at ease. After organizing my thoughts, I felt better again, looked in the mirror, struck a manly pose again, and briefly checked my masculine beauty. Somehow, with the expectation that she would also like my body, I started my shower in the pouring hot water.

Not for a long time, I took a shower, cleaned up, and came out, feeling that the room had already become quite dark. In the bed, which was lit only by mood lighting, Grace, who had been playful and easy-going before coming in, was nowhere to be seen. Now, she was looking more feminine, with her hair re-set and her makeup lightened again. She pulled the blanket over her with one hand and covered her breasts, her eyes shining sweetly.

“Take off your gown and come over here to the side, honey,” she said with a naughty expression on her face. With a mischievous smile, she tapped the empty side of the bed with her other hand. At her gesture, I took off my gown, hung it aside, and slowly started walking towards the bed.

“You should take all that off too,” Grace pointed to my briefs.

I was so nervous that I forgot I was even wearing it. I smiled shyly and carefully took off the last piece. Perhaps because of the tension I had never felt, my penis had shrunk again to the point where it was wrapped in my dangling foreskin. Feeling her meticulous observation on them, two smooth oval shaped beads beautifully hanging beneath my penis made me feel even more embarrassed. After looking at my package for a moment, she lifted her flushed face and looked at my too flushed face.

“Come closer,” said Grace, lifting the blanket and standing up, revealing her purely shining body, which, as expected, was wearing nothing. Then, she sat down on the edge of the bed, bouncing her huge, maybe near D cup breasts, which were matched to her voluptuous body. Then she carefully wrapped her hand around my flaccid penis, and started to shake it up and down. As warm and pleasant stimulation accumulated on my sensitive glans, I felt my blood rushing into my penis. Not long after her touch, my penis was fully erect towards her cute face.

“I guess it's on the smaller side, but I’m happy with it. Still has a cute shape.”

That was her evaluation of my penis. It was a fact that I also knew roughly, but when I heard her honest impressions with her bright smile, I felt ashamed, as if I had been exposed to the core, and my face became hot. The skillful movements of her hands that caught my eye somehow did not match her young and cute face. Her breasts were swaying provocatively in time with the movements of her hands. At that moment, she gently cupped my scrotum, which was dangling back and forth, with her other hand. Simultaneously, I was startled and flinched unconsciously.

“Wait Grace, that is-”

”Shh. Don't be scared. I’ll be gentle,” she said soothingly to me.

Although I had obviously hypnotized myself into thinking that it wasn't that painful, I instinctively felt that they were very vulnerable. For the first time in my life, my weak and fragile spots were being held by someone else, and I kept telling myself a new hypnosis that they wouldn't hurt.

”How is it? Feel good?”

She rubbed my glans while at the same time very carefully caressing my two delicate balls, which she could easily hold in one hand. Her attentive touch gradually eased my anxiety, and I became more comfortable entrusting my body to her. After a while, she gently let go of my package, got up and kissed me lightly, then climbed back on the bed, laid her body down slightly, and looked at me with loving eyes. So excited, I slowly climbed onto the bed and lay down next to her. She started gently touching my body and caressing me. I realized that she had a more voluminous figure than expected. Still, I felt her femininity as her body was much softer than mine. After a few minutes of physical contact in complete warmth, our genitals were fully covered with lubricants from each other's bodies.

“Wait, you should put this on, Liam the Great.”

Teasing me, Grace took out a condom, which I wasn't paying any attention to, and carefully placed it on my fully erected penis. It felt awkward because it was my first time wearing these clothes, but when she saw me like that, she smiled mischievously as if I was cute. I felt ashamed and embarrassed at the thought that my inexperience had been completely revealed, however, I now gave in to the natural excitement and moved my body following her guidance. I approached her as she lay gently, placed my body between her spread legs, and climbed on top of her. It felt so surrealistic to me to see her naked below me, lying with her legs wide open. I looked between her chubby but glowing thighs, her vaginal entrance fully open, and a look at her soft, trimmed pussy, shining a medium pink.

“Put it in gently… ah...”

When I gently touched the medium pink nipple in the center of her huge breasts, she let out a moan. Hearing her moan for the first time, slightly embarrassed, I was trying to find where to put in my trembling penis. As if she noticed that I couldn't find it properly, she slightly raised her body, grabbed my penis, and guided it to the entrance of her, which was actually further down. I instinctively began to move my body back and forth as the warm feeling enveloped my penis.

“Ahhh, Liam, fuck…” she moaned louder and louder.

Her coquettish moan made me fuck her body even faster. And to the beat of my back and forth, my two balls were swinging violently below and hitting her butt. It was giving me a slight nerve-wracking pain after just a few hits. After a minute, I started to feel like I was going to ejaculate at any moment.

“I guess you need some break,” she said.

She must have noticed somehow, so she pushed me away for a moment, giving me a break. Then she turned her body over, lifted her ass up and put it in front of me. Once her vagina was clearly exposed again, I carefully tried to push my penis into it. It wasn't easy to put it behind her as she was tall, but with her kind help I finally succeeded in it.

“Liam, harder… please, ahhhh…” she continued moaning.

In the new pose, I was touching Grace's firm, wide ass, feeling the tight pressure inside her vagina on my glans. At the same time, my scrotum, which is even more hanging low from her warmth, was swinging back and forth and lightly hit her labia and the clitoris in the middle. I was again secretly concerned about the slightly numbing and unpleasant pain coming from my two testicles. But this time she too was moaning louder as her pussy was hit by my balls. Fortunately, it was somehow comforting to think that she too was experiencing the same pain in her genitals. I went back and forth a few times, as if I was lacking in experience, and before I knew it, my penis had reached its limit.

“Oh… no… I- I can’t hold it… ”

In the end, this time, I couldn't hold back the rising ejaculation feeling and as soon as I pulled the penis out of the vagina. Grace seemed to notice my helpless appearance and fell on her face and burst into laughter.

After our first intercourse, Grace and I were lying side by side on the bed, uncovered, calming down our excitement from earlier.

”It ended too quickly but I understand. It's your first time. Let’s do better next time?”

“Grace, please... I said it’s not the first time… ”

“Oh really? Liam the Great couldn't find where my pussy was!" She spoke in a clearly mocking tone.

Despite my lack of skills, Grace returned to her usual playful self, as if she had satisfied her sexual desires for the first time in a long time. As always, she was busy making funny faces and teasing me. I had no way of dealing with her, giving her a troubled look. I felt like avoiding her gaze, lowering my gaze to her shining body. Her big, white, chubby naked body came into my sight again. Her giant D cup breasts, smooth waist and clean-shaven pussy, which I had been curious about every day before we had sex, were now revealing their provocative appearance to me.

As I looked at her feminine and attractive body and instinctively compared hers with mine, I suddenly remembered that I had tapped my own balls in the shower room earlier. I didn't know why, but I just wanted to try the experiment again that I couldn't complete, so I lay down on my side and checked my balls, which were hanging down between my thighs. And after swallowing dry saliva once, I gently tapped them, which were neatly packed in my ballsack, without her knowing. This time, a stronger pain suddenly spread from the testicles that had been hit more properly than before, giving a tingling sensation for a moment. I almost groaned, but luckily I succeeded in swallowing it quietly.

‘Women will get the same pain, right?' I thought to myself.

It was an extension of my thoughts that started the afternoon at the cafe and continued throughout the day. Eventually, I felt the urge to try the same experiment on her that I had done on myself before, and my curiosity got the better of me and I reached down with my straight hand to her moist pussy. She looked at me quietly with curious eyes and an inquisitive face, wondering what I was doing. Looking into her eyes, I lightly tapped her pussy twice with my palm. Without any particular reaction, she was still watching me with the same eyes and expression as before. I had an uneasy feeling that maybe my thinking was wrong. Thinking it was strange, I tapped her pussy twice with a little more force.

“What's the matter? It's weird… don't do it."

At this stage, the smile slowly faded from her face but it still seemed to have nothing to do with pain. So I wasn't yet sure if that meant she felt pain despite what she said. But I thought this wasn't right, so I increased the intensity of my tapping and kept watching her reaction.

”Stop it now. I don't like it.”

After receiving a few more strikes from me, she began to frown slightly when she reached this point. Seeing her expression, I began to feel a little relieved again at the thought that even women felt pain similar to men. But this wasn't the exact reaction I wanted. I thought her reaction, which was more calm and peaceful than expected, was strange, so I unconsciously hit her there with my fist with full force.

“I told you to stop! Stop it!”

It was that time. She shouted in a dreadful voice, showing an expression full of anger that was rarely shown by her.

“I'll sto-owwww!”

Because she raised her body and viciously grabbed my balls, which were low hanging defenselessly on my thigh, I ended up screaming at the top of my lungs, desperately. My two testicles, which were too small and weak compared to her thick arms and grip, were trapped in her clenched fist.

“Are you asking me to do the same? Are you? Is that it?”

“No! Stop! Grace, Stop!"

Grace started showing me what burning hell was like. The most excruciating pain I had ever experienced in my life was starting from my fragile testicles, spread through my lower abdomen, and then spread throughout my body. I felt so out of breath that I couldn't even speak properly. As I was frozen and unable to move, she Immediately used her other hand to push me down onto the bed. Then she climbed on top of me, still grabbed all my poor, tender man orbs in her hand.

I desperately wanted to cover the two delicate beads that were sticking dangerously out of my body with my hands, but there was no longer any hope. I totally didn't know that she had this much strength. Certainly, I realized that she was much stronger than me, even if she didn't take advantage of her squeezing my balls. Her voluptuous breasts were pressing down on my upper body, showing her femininity. Her strength and feminine figure gave me a striking irony.

“Why did you do that to me!”

“AOWWW! STOP! PLEASE STOP!”

Enraged, she squeezed my helpless balls so hard that burning, numbing pain continued. Soon, all the strength in my body was gone and I began to feel a great sense of fear. Unable to lift her upper body, which was pressed against her, I instead tried desperately to close my legs to save my precious orbs. I felt like I had done a huge wrong to Grace. I guessed she was furious that I was playfully hitting her precious part with my fist. Her face turned fiery red as if she was ashamed, and she was staring at me with tears in her big puppy eyes. But my dick was still fully erect and throbbing, leaving a trail of love on her arms. Such an ironic sight was enough to arouse her misunderstanding.

“Why are you still hard? Do you want more?”

“PLEASE NO! GRACE! NOOOOOO!!!”

I screamed desperately at her brutal ball squeezing, my voice hoarse and my head feeling like it was going to explode. As I felt her savage grip becoming stronger, I even wondered if Grace was a woman with a kink for sexually harassing men. But as the hellish pain continued to spread throughout my whole body, it was difficult to continue thinking like that. I could see that she was still looking down at me with pursed lips and big, resentful eyes, perhaps because she was feeling some complicated emotions.

Suddenly, as if she didn't want to hear my screams, she covered my mouth with the hand that was pressing down on my upper body. In this frustrating situation, I couldn't even scream and was drowning in despair and swallowing the excruciating pain. I was completely crushed by her, my testicles were being squeezed, my both hands were barely holding her wrists, my butt was being lifted, and my legs were closed, and the posture that could no longer be miserable continued. But, as if she was very angry, she didn't seem to be interested in my humiliation. Despite my tearful, pleading eyes, with her strong right hand she imprisoned my two cursed fruits of pain in a prison from which they could never escape.

The moment she squeezed my balls in her one hand, I knew there was nothing I could do but curl up in misery, hoping for nothing but her mercy. Never-ending torment was radiating from my biological sin. And although dizzy, the stories of the women chatting at the cafe began to flow like a flash in my head again. Unfortunately, Grace seemed to be proving the women's story that men could be beaten by only one shot. I have never felt more disgusted by those testicles protruding between my legs than I do today. Tears began to flow as I felt the misery of being born a man.

Gradually, the strength to struggle disappeared, and all I had to do was curl up with my whole body, close my eyes, grit my teeth, endure the pain, and shed tears as I waited for her mercy. In my fading consciousness, I was so humiliated by what Grace would think of me, still shivering, curled up in that pitiful position with my hands on my crotch and my hips and legs up. Then suddenly the pressure in my testicles that had been causing me hellish pain disappeared. And she finally took off her hand covering my mouth.

“Oh god… Oh god… No… I don’t like it, please stop…”

Only then did I open my eyes and spoke to her in a weak voice filled with agony.

“You don’t… like it…? Oh my god, oh my god! Liam, I am sorry, I am so sorry…”

Listening to her desperate apology, as if she had misunderstood something, I had to gasp and endure the unique pain that could only be felt by men, which would not go away any time soon.

Finally, my condition began to get better after such a long and difficult period.

“I misunderstood, sorry, honey. But, why did you keep hitting my pussy like that?” She asked me again with her curious expression.

After my trembling heart had settled, I told Grace about what happened at the cafe the day before I met her. Sensing her strength for the first time, I got subconsciously frightened and place my hands tightly around my crotch.

“I see. The girls you saw were a bit nasty. Cruel bitches... You really don’t know women. What woman doesn't know that squeezing his balls makes him helpless? Those bitches also go crazy when someone squeezes their boyfriend’s balls. Why would they do that? All women know this very well. Women just pretend not to know to protect their boyfriend's pride,” she said to me with a pitiful look.

I sat calmly listening to Grace's lesson, absolutely terrified of her. And, as a result of her lesson, I gradually became aware of fears about women that I had never considered before. She was lying down, her head supported by her left arm, when she abruptly buried her right hand under the blanket.

“I know that too, like this,” she said, her right hand slowly probing between my legs.

“S-STOP!”

Startled, I turned my back on her and wrapped my precious but fragile testicles.

“What a waste. I should have taken a video earlier when you were crying in such a pathetic pose.”

“Don’t make fun of me…”

"It's okay, I can film it again next time.”

I realized how much of an illusion I had been living as I looked at Grace's innocent smiling face. Of course I loved her. However, when I sensed her feminine supremacy and my own masculine vulnerability, I feared that I wouldn't be able to treat Grace in the same way in the future.