Best Laid Plans, Part 3 & Epilogue

# Best Laid Plans, Part 3 & Epilogue

by James Bean

[Link to Parts 1 & 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1bbvcg5/best_laid_plans_parts_1_2/)

**Tags:** FM, FFM, ballbusting, big cock, chastity, orgasm denial, size, tease

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**Acknowledgement:** I want to thank the very generous and skilled [KiwiBB](https://kiwiballachestories.wordpress.com/) for his expert help in brainstorming, editing, and revising the following story. This story would be a jumbled, uninspired mess without him. (Any remaining sense of jumbledness or lack of inspiriation is entirely the fault of the author.) Thank you, buddy!

## Part 3

***(in which the punishment continues, and new feelings are awakened)***

Rick watched in helpless fascination as the scene unfolded before his eyes. Bridget dutifully climbed onto the bed next to him and tried to figure out how to affix the testicle cuff. Helen, standing at the foot of the bed, lifted her sundress to her waist and slid down her panties. Rick caught just a glimpse of her smooth vulva before her sundress fell back down and his cock twitched and lurched on its own.

Helen watched in amusement as Bridget fumbled with the cuff, squashing and manhandling Rick's tender, bloated balls. Rick grunted in pain, but his cock only stiffened further. Eventually Helen climbed onto the bed beside Bridget, the low-cut V of her dress providing a mouth-watering view of her expansive cleavage. She then gripped Rick's testicles none-too-gently and pulled them to the bottom of his sac. "Now, wrap the cuff around his scrotum there at the top. Good. And secure it tight. Very good," she punctuated this last with a few firm pats to his bound scrotum. Rick sucked in air through clenched teeth, his poor testicles immediately feeling even more tender and exposed. At the same time his cock arced up over his belly rigidly, fresh precum starting to drip from the swollen tip.

Helen tucked her hair behind her ears and smiled evilly down at her bound and helpless husband. "You see why I keep you locked up, dear?" she asked rhetorically, sliding her index finger from the gooey tip of his cock, over the thick, veiny shaft all the way to base. "You have absolutely no self-control. You would have fucked poor Bridget's brains out, while I was right outside, oblivious." Here she wrapped her hand around the base, and slowly, slowly began to slide her tight fist up the bulging shaft. Rick groaned, and Bridget bit her lip.

"How long has it been, pet?"

Rick clenched his teeth in agonized pleasure, and squeaked out, "Thirty... days..."

"Mmmm, so long for such a virile man to be denied any relief. Your poor balls must be positively bursting. Do they ache, honey?" Gods, she was laying it on thick today. Rick only moaned in response, his long-denied orgasm rapidly building as Helen slowly but firmly manipulated his cock, her teasing words stoking the fire of his arousal to the boiling point. "Nothing turns me on so much as busting your poor, swollen blueballs, you know that, dear? And you really asked for it today."

"Yes, Goddess," he managed to croak out through clenched teeth.

Helen slid her hand roughly over his swollen cockhead and off of his cock entirely, sending him violently to the brink. Every muscle in his body flexed as he desperately tried to push himself over the edge, his mighty cock twitching and pulsing in vain.

Suddenly Helen brought her right fist down like a hammer, impacting the top of both of his swollen balls brutally. The mattress helped to soften the blow, but it still felt like an elephant had stomped on his balls. Rick's mouth opened in a silent scream, no sound escaping. Helen gritted her teeth as she rained down a flurry of hammer-blows onto Rick's exposed scrotum, relishing the squishing sensation of his swollen orbs each time her hand impacted his sperm-laden sac.

Bridget winced in sympathy, but at the same time she noticed how hard Rick stayed. Slowly, still beneath her conscious awareness, something began to awaken inside of Bridget. Her clit began to throb in time with Helen's blows, and she found herself wondering what it would feel like to compress Rick's enormous balls in her own hands.

Finally Helen relented, breathing heavily from her exertion. Rick's legs strained in vain against his bonds, trying to bring his knees together. He felt his vision darken as the pain spread into his lower abdomen. In spite of the pain, Rick couldn't help but admire the rise and fall of Helen's heavy breasts with each deep breath. Gods help him, but her attention, no matter how brutal, scratched a deep and abiding itch within him.

Helen, a few stray strands of brown hair obscuring her face as she caught her breath, looked over at Bridget. She noticed the obvious signs of Bridget's arousal, as well as the young woman's growing fascination. Helen tucked her hair behind her ears and said, "Would you like to try, dear?" Both Bridget's and Rick's eyes went wide in surprise; Rick's tinged with hope, Bridget's tinged with hunger.

"Uh, yeah, Mrs. G. Can I?" she asked, disbelieving.

Rick, for his part, mentally crossed his fingers. Bridget had to be gentler than Helen, right? Plus Bridget seemed a little squeamish about the whole thing, so this would be a welcome reprieve for his poor, battered balls. Wouldn't it? But what was that look in Bridget's eyes?

"Come here," Helen offered, as she slid over to her left and patted the bed with her hand. Bridget came around to the foot of the bed and then climbed on to sit between Rick's spread legs. Rick audibly gulped at the sight of the two gorgeous women hungrily eyeing his completely exposed genitals.

"Why don't you start by just squeezing his balls," Helen suggested. Bridget tentatively reached out with her right hand and cupped Rick's balls gingerly. God, they were huge. Together, his swollen testes over-filled her palm. And they were heavy. She bobbled them, testing their weight, and heard Rick grunt. She looked into his eyes and saw fear... or was it pleading? Her nipples hardened and she unconsciously squeezed her thighs together, relishing the sensations in her pussy. She was nervous, but fuck, this was turning her on like nobody's business. When Helen whispered, "Go ahead, honey. Give it a try," and that was all the encouragement she needed. Her jaw set as if she had reached some inner resolution. She brought her left hand over, so that now she cupped a fat testicle on the fingers of each hand. Suddenly she closed her fists and started to squeeze.

Rick's eyes went wide and he grunted again, clenching his teeth in obvious torment. Helen, who was expecting her to start out gentle and gradually increase the pressure, gasped. Bridget had gone full strength right out of the gate! Rick's tender orbs deformed horribly in her iron grip, the discolored nutflesh bulging out between her fingers obscenely.

A part of Bridget was in awe at how much pain she was causing, but now she was aware that this kind of control was really turning her on. Her pussy was leaking like a broken faucet!

All of a sudden she felt Helen's gentle hand on her wrist. "All right, sweety. Don't use it all up at once," Helen said softly. Bridget released her death grip, breathing heavily, all-too-aware of the growing ache in her pussy. Rick let out a shuddering whine, and then began breathing-in great gulps of air; he hadn't even realized he'd been holding his breath. Helen and Bridget watched in lustful fascination as his testicles began to regain their oblong shape. They almost seemed visibly to swell to even greater volume right before their eyes.

"Shit!" Helen swore softly. Her own pussy was sopping, and begging for attention. Why hadn't she thought of having someone else help her abuse Rick's junk before now? An apprentice; now there was an intriguing thought... "Bridget, honey, you're a natural but you have to be careful; going too strong too soon can end the fun before you've really begun. Let the pressure build gradually; alternate between vicious and tender; keep him guessing,” Bridget nodded, not taking her eyes from Rick's bloated junk. “And Bridget, dear?"

Bridget had been literally drooling, eyeing Rick's swollen balls and still-achingly hard cock with hunger. But she had also been absorbing Helen's instruction, paying careful attention to the experienced woman's words. At Helen's query she looked up, expectantly. "Hurt his balls, but his cock is mine. Understood?" Helen asked. Bridget was chilled by the stern, icy look she received, and responded softly, "Yes, ma'am."

"Go ahead, honey. I'm going to put that mouth of his to good use." Then she crawled up the bed on all fours, her pendulous tits swaying magnificently. She turned to face Bridget and, lifting the hem of her sundress, straddled Rick's broad shoulders with her knees. Her bald, weeping pussy was mere inches from his face, her engorged nether lips spread and her clit standing proudly in arousal. Rick knew better than to act without being asked. He dutifully waited, the strong musk of her arousal stoking his own fires to dizzying levels in spite of the tremendous pain in his balls. His cock remained quiveringly hard, arcing up over his abdomen, dripping a veritable river of gooey precum.

Bridget went back to work on his bound, bulging scrotum. This time she followed Helen's advice, starting off with lighter pressure, gradually increasing until she saw Rick's legs and abs tense violently. Then she would let off, giving him a brief reprieve. After a few cycles of this she began to incorporate quick, vicious pumps, loving the way his cock jerked and danced in time with her ministrations. From the sounds of things, Helen was having a good time, too, her pussy still hovering over Rick's eagerly waiting mouth, tantalizing him.

"Ohhhhh," Helen moaned out, "Why don't you give him a nice spank?"

Bridget released Rick's balls reluctantly. She eyed his bulging, bound scrotum, unconsciously licking her lips in anticipation. Then she lifted her right hand and brought it down across the top of his balls with a \*smack\*. Rick grunted in pain, but his thick cock flexed and sent a thick dollop of precum to land on the hem of Helen's sundress. "Good, good. Now ramp it up. His balls can take a LOT worse than that," Helen encouraged. "Go ahead, honey. Go to town," Helen urged. Rick wasn't sure to whom she was speaking, but he required no further encouragement as Helen lowered herself onto his waiting mouth. He began by gently licking and nibbling her juicy lips, sucking them into his mouth, knowing from long practice just how Helen loved to be eaten.

Bridget didn't even consider that Helen might not be talking to her. She bit her tongue in concentration, raised her arm even higher, and brought it down much harder this time. The \*SMACK\* resounded around the room, and Bridget nervously looked to see poor Rick's reaction. His legs flexed mightily, trying desperately to pull his knees together and protect his family jewels. A pained, muffled groan emanated from somewhere beneath Helen, which was followed by an indrawn hiss of pleasure from the busty vixen. Instead of inspiring pity, Rick's reaction only excited Bridget further, much to her surprise. <i>What an incredible feeling!</i> she thought in astonishment. She smiled wickedly to herself as she began raining spanking blows down on Rick's exposed scrotum over and over and over, keeping a steady rhythm but varying the intensity. His bound balls bounced and wobbled delightfully with each impact.

Helen threw her head back as the pleasure from her husband's talented tongue was multiplied tenfold by Bridget's abuse, and the teen girl's obvious enjoyment thereof. But torturing his balls directly was only half the punishment. With an effort of will Helen focused, leaning forward and oh-so-gently ran her fingertips up the sensitive underside of Rick's throbbing cock, which hadn't lost an ounce of its hardness. When she got to the tip she smeared his copious precum around and around his taut head with her thumb. As she slid her hand back to the base she reveled in the tremendous flexing of his cock with each of Bridget's well-aimed spanks. Despite the tremendous pain he was experiencing, after only a few firm strokes from base to tip she could tell that Rick was already getting close to exploding. <i>Poor fucker,</i> she thought, without a hint of sympathy.

Helen gently stroked up his cock one last time and then pulled off entirely. Rick paused in his dutiful cunt-munching and let out a deep groan of abject pain at the merciless abuse of his poor, bloated balls. This sent Helen over the edge of her first orgasm, and she cried out as the pleasure crashed over her again and again.

Bridget paused in her spanking, having never seen another woman orgasm in person. This whole situation was just overwhelmingly erotic, and would undoubtedly fuel the teen's masturbation sessions for years to come. At some point her own left hand had begun massaging her pussy over her yoga pants, and she realized she could cum, too, if she wanted.

As Helen's tremors subsided, she looked up to see Bridget staring at her in nipple-hardening mixture of shock and lust. The older woman smiled, sitting up straighter atop her bound husband. She ground down harder against him as she said, "No one told you to stop, pet. You've got a long way to go. Bridget, honey? Would you be so kind as to hand me that hairbrush?" Helen felt Rick tense underneath her and smiled cruelly.

Bridget looked down at the implements that Helen had set on the bed by Rick's left foot. She didn't even know what most of these things were, but she saw the wooden hairbrush and picked it up. It was surprisingly solid, with a heavy wooden back and stiff, pale bristles on only one side. She placed it curiously in Helen's outstretched hand, wondering why Helen wanted to brush her hair now?

With disarming delicacy, Helen reached down with her left hand and traced the thick veins running up the underside of Rick's desperate cock. But when she reached the tip she gripped Rick's cock tightly just below the head. His angry, purple knob swelled even further, and a thick bead of precum was forced out to run thickly over Helen's hand. Then without any warning, she brought the back of the brush down onto Rick's bound scrotum, compressing both balls viciously and sending an incredible \*SMACK\* reverberating around the room.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment. Then every muscle in Rick's body clenched violently and he cried out in anguish directly into Helen's sopping cunt. Maintaining her grip just below the head of his cock, she bit her lip and clenched her eyes shut, reveling in the amazing sensation of Rick's agony.

"Bridget, dear?" Helen managed after a few moments. Bridget looked up. "Enjoy, but do not cum. Do you understand?" Bridget swallowed audibly and only nodded. "Good girl." A shiver of pleasure ran down Bridget's spine. Why did *that* feel so good?

Helen returned her attention to her poor husband's tortured genitals. Bridget's hand was a blur as she desperately stroked her throbbing clit over her pants. Blindly she reached out, seeking something with which to hurt Rick's balls; she wanted desperately to see Helen cum. Her hand happened upon a thick silicone dildo (almost as big as Rick). Without a moment's hesitation she swung the heavy dildo sideways, scoring a direct hit on Rick's left testicle, sending his bulging scrotum to smack into his right thigh. Without missing a beat Helen swung the brush down again, crushing his aching nuts only a little less brutally than the first time.

Bridget swung the dildo in a vicious backhand, connecting with Rick's poor right testicle. The two women set up a steady rhythm, ruthlessly pounding Rick's swollen, tender balls over and over and over again, while each climbed steadily higher and higher toward truly epic orgasms.

Helen began to shake as her climax crashed first. She fell forward, her cheek resting against Rick's cock, her loose hair tickling his still-throbbing shaft. She could only moan and mewl as mind-numbing waves of pleasure crashed over her again and again.

Bridget continued to rain down silicone blows onto Rick's balls while Helen rode out her orgasm. With one final, particularly vicious blow she actually knocked the testicle cuff clean off! Rick's screams brought Helen over the crest one more time, and her scream of pleasure almost pushed Bridget over the forbidden edge of her own earth-shattering climax.

Helen slid off of Rick's face, still trembling from the intensity of her multiple orgasms. She sat for a moment at Rick's left and collected herself, once again tucking her hair behind her ears. Then she moved to undo the ankle cuffs, allowing Rick to draw his legs in and curl up to protect his poor, battered, aching testicles. She then slid to sit at the foot of the bed next to Bridget, eyeing her curiously.

Bridget slowly put down the dildo, still in shock as to what had just transpired. She had almost had a fucking orgasm from hitting Rick in the balls! Well, that and watching a gorgeous creature like Helen cum all over his face. Fuck, this was all so fucking hot! She needed to think, to try and process all that had just happened. And to cum!

"I should, uh, g-g-go, um, check on my m-m-mother," Bridget stuttered as she rose from the bed and turned toward the door. Her legs felt like jello and her mind was fuzzy; she found it difficult to keep a single though in her head. As she tried to walk she noticed that her yoga pants were positively soaked! She could hear the squishing, wet sounds with every step, and now that she was aware of it the musky smell of her arousal was almost overpowering. "Uh, Mrs. G? Could I maybe, um, borrow some pants?"

Helen smiled. "Of course, dear. There are some sweats in the bottom drawer there. They'll be too big, but they should be sufficient to get you home." Helen had imagined that Bridget would just slip the sweats on over her pants, and cocked an eyebrow in surprise when Bridget simply slid down the sopping pants, her ass and pussy on full display. Poor Rick missed the show entirely, curled up and crying softly, his eyes clenched in obvious pain. Helen, though, in spite of, or perhaps because of, her recent orgasms found herself aroused by Bridget's wanton display. <i>We will definitely have to do this again sometime. There are many things we could teach this budding sadist... </i> Helen mused to herself. Then Bridget stepped into the sweats and hurried to the door, carrying her bunched up yoga pants.

"Oh, Bridget," Helen called softly, but with that icy undertone. Bridget froze and turned in the doorway, trying and failing to hide the fear she felt. Helen remained seated at the foot of the bed as she offered, "If you ever need help or want advice, please don't hesitate to talk to me. But Rick is off-limits, okay? At least for now."

Bridget let out an audible sigh of relief. "Thanks, Mrs. G," she said, smiling broadly. "Thanks for everything."

"You're welcome, dear," Helen smiled back, "but you should know that *your* punishment has yet to begin. I'll be in touch." Bridget heart skipped a beat as she turned toward the door, already wondering at the possibilities.

"Oh, and Bridget? Are you forgetting something?" Bridget turned back and looked at her quizzically. Helen's eyes were no longer smiling. "I'm going to need my key back, honey."

It was like those cartoons where a light-bulb comes on over the ditzy character's head. Bridget's face lit up in realization, and then she made a show of patting her non-existent pockets looking for the key before remembering that it was nestled snug between her pert little tits. Who did she think she was fooling?

Bridget tossed the key to Helen, "Here you go, Mrs. G. Oops!" but it fell short, bouncing underneath the bed. As Helen bent to pick it up, Bridget winked at Rick, blew him a silent kiss, and was gone.

Helen stood regally and replaced the key to her husband's cage around her own neck, the delicate silver key to its home between her full, round breasts. Then she, too padded for the door.

"Uh, Helen?" Rick's voice cracked. The pain in his poor balls had settled to a steady, dull throb. He cleared his throat and tried again. "*ahem\* Aren't you going to take the cuffs off?" he asked, gesturing with his still-bound wrists.

She stopped in the doorway and, without turning, replied, "I'm going to go tidy up the backyard, and I'm going to think about whether or not you have been punished enough for today." With that she left, and Rick was left alone on the bed with his thoughts.





## Epilogue

***(in which the full extent of the plan is revealed, and the story concludes)***

\*buzz, buzz\* Rick looked down at his phone. Who would be calling him in the middle of the morning? He didn't recognize the number.

"This is Rick."

"Hi, daddy!"

Rick's blood ran cold.

It had been almost two weeks since that fateful day. He and Helen had fucked like rabbits that evening and the next, but she still hadn't let him cum. Thankfully she also hadn't hurt his balls (much) since then, and at this point he had (almost) fully recovered. But this was the longest she had ever denied his orgasm and he hoped against hope that this weekend she would finally make him cum!

He hadn't spoken to Bridget since that afternoon either. Helen had mentioned that she'd gone back to school, and truth be told, he was glad Bridget was gone. That afternoon had been fun, but that girl was all manner of trouble that he did not need.

But now here she was, calling him on his cell phone while he was at work! Rick felt himself start to sweat. "Bridget, I've told you, please don't call me that. What are you doing?!" he whispered forcefully into the phone as he stood from his desk and went out into the hall.

"Your wife's going to be gone all day tomorrow, isn't she?" Rick's mouth was dry and his jaw dropped. How could she know that? "I know that because I talked my mom into taking Helen to the coast for the day," she answered, as if reading his thoughts. She paused to let that information sink in for a moment. "That means we'll have the whole day all to ourselves! And don't worry; my mom thinks I'm camping with friends. I'll see you tomorrow at morning at 10!" she made a kissing sound and then hung up.

Rick just stood dumbly holding the phone to his ear. His brain was still about 10 seconds behind in the conversation. Helen was going to the coast for the day. She wasn't worried about anything because he was all locked up, and she had the only key. Wait, Bridget was coming over?! Nononononono...

He called back twice and texted her, but Bridget wouldn't answer. <i>Okay. Think... this is fine. This is totally fine. I can handle this.</i> He just wouldn't let her in. Yeah. He'd tell her the situation; that Helen wouldn't approve, and he was locked up anyway, didn't Bridget know that? Yeah. Nothing could possibly happen. In spite of himself Rick felt his cock stiffening in its restrictive cage as he remembered her hands on his cock... how she had practically begged for his cum...

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"You sure you're gonna be alright?" Helen asked as Rick loaded her bag into the trunk of the car. Rick smiled warmly; her maternal concern really was cute. Helen somehow managed to look ravishing even in comfortable clothes for the beach: she had on a loose t-shirt whose tremendous neckline revealed an amazing amount of bikini-clad cleavage, a pair of cutoff shorts, and sandals. Rick, wearing a sleeveless shirt and loose-fitting sweatpants, closed the trunk firmly.

"I'll be fine. I've got some work to catch up on, that stuff in the backyard, and Jimmy and Dave are coming over tonight. Just try to relax and have a good time with Sam. It seems like she needs this getaway even more than you do."

"Alright. Be a good boy," she chided playfully as she got on her tiptoes to give him a kiss goodbye. As Rick leaned down to meet her he saw the key to his cage sparkling in the morning sunshine, drawing further attention to her expansive cleavage. She gave him a peck on the lips but then he put his arm around her waist and pulled her in, kissing her with authority. She hesitated a moment and then he felt her melt into him, her lips parting and their tongues did their familiar, passionate dance. Sam sat in the passenger seat not five feet away, trying *not* to watch the passionate display and wondering when she had last been kissed like that...

Putting her hands on his chest Helen broke the kiss, blushing adorably in arousal as she looked up at him. "Have a great time," he said in earnest, "but hurry back," squeezing her ass in both his strong hands.

Helen touched his face and smiled, hesitating only a moment before turning toward the packed car. She hopped in driver's seat and then she and Sam were speeding off to their weekend beach adventure. Rick checked his watch and saw that it was 10:05. He looked around nervously, thankful to see no sign of the mischievous troublemaker. Breathing a sigh of relief and he headed for the house.

He went inside and closed the door, already thinking of spreadsheets and reports. Before he could even get out of the entry, however, he heard the doorbell ring. He turned with a curious frown on his face and opened the door. There stood Bridget, wearing a white tank-top that was probably only two sizes too small, a pair of hot-pink running shorts that hugged her ass like a second skin, and her blonde hair up in pigtails again. She had the biggest shit-eating grin on her face as she stood with her hands clasped behind her back, waiting to be invited in. Rick felt his caged cock stirring, at the same time that a chill ran down his spine.

He just stood in the open doorway, dumbfounded. How did she get here so fast? Was she hiding in the bushes? "How did you-"

Bridget just shook her head and brushed past him into the house. She turned toward him and said, "You gonna shut the door and say hello to me, daddy?" Rick jolted at her words, hurriedly shutting the door. He hated it, but his cock lurched painfully in its cage when she called him "daddy". And a familiar, dull ache had begun again in his long-denied balls.

"Bridget, what are you doing here?? I didn't think you were seriously coming here!"

"What am I doing here? I'm here to give you relief, daddy," she winked mischievously, running her index finger down his chest. "And maybe have you help me learn some new things," she added mysteriously.

"I hate to break it to you, but Helen just left with the only key to-" he trailed off as he noticed the silver chain around Bridget's neck, which she was now lifting from her pert, perky cleavage to show Rick the small, silver key attached. "But you... she just... how did you get that? She's going to notice it's missing and come right back here!" Rick was starting to panic.

"Daddy, daddy, calm down. This isn't Helen's key," Bridget assured him. Now Rick was just confused. How could this teenager pull the rug out from under him so many times in so short a span? "Do I really have to spell this out for you? I thought you were a pretty smart guy, daddy," Bridget said, shaking her head. Rick's cock cage was definitely feeling extremely restrictive by that point.

"Remember a couple weeks ago, when I stole her key? Of course you do. Who could ever forget the beating your balls took that day?" she giggled. "Anyway, before I unlocked you, I ran to the hardware store and had a copy made."

"You did?? Then why didn't you put her key back before unlocking my cage??"

"I could tell she was getting suspicious. I figured the best thing to do was to get caught, get punished, and then let Helen be even more cautious with her key, confident that no one could take it again. Of course, I had no idea how bad our punishments would be... " here she paused, remembering, biting her lip in arousal, "... but all in all I think the plan worked perfectly!"

Rick's head was still spinning as Bridget sank to her knees and began tugging down his sweatpants. Suddenly he was naked from the waist down; well, naked except for his cock cage, of course.

"Oh, daddy, you're already trying to get hard for me," Bridget cooed, as she hefted his still swollen, blue balls. His cock was bulging obscenely from every crevice of the constricting tube.

"Bridget, please don't call me that," Rick pleaded. She just winked up at him and returned her attention to her prize. Slowly, teasingly, Bridget retrieved the key from between her firm, young breasts and unlocked the tiny padlock that kept him prisoner. Of course, getting the damn thing off in his current state was quite a chore, not helped by the fact that it was only Bridget's second time removing the cage. But eventually his cock was free, and it rapidly pulsed and swelled right before Bridget's wide eyes. She licked her lips in anticipation.

"Last time I didn't even get to kiss it. Poor, daddy," she said with mock sympathy. Her left hand curled around the thick base of his shaft, while her right hefted his heavy nuts. She just sat there for a moment, relishing the sight of Rick's prize meat; meat that hadn't had any relief in weeks and weeks; meat that was finally, at long last, all hers. She giggled at the thought, his cock pulsing in time with his accelerating heartbeat.

Finally, she leaned in and gave the fat, mushroom head a wet kiss. Rick moaned in complete abandon. In no time at all thick precum was pouring from his slit, and Bridget slurped and sucked it up hungrily. She was making out passionately with his rampant cock, swirling her tongue around the flared head, licking and kissing and sucking over every inch of his aching cock as if her life depended on it.

Rick tried desperately to hold back, but it had been too fucking long, and Bridget was too fucking hot, and her mouth just felt too fucking good! He felt his poor balls pull up tight and his cock swelled further as he rapidly approached his first orgasm in almost two months...

But just a few strokes shy of hurtling him over the edge Bridget stopped french-kissing his cock and sat back. She, too, had felt his balls pull up tight and knew his orgasm was close. Unfortunately, she wasn't as experienced as Helen (yet!) and so she played it safe. Rick's cock twitched violently as it desperately sought... anything. Bridget smirked as she gave his balls a particularly vicious squeeze.

Rick's eyes went wide with alarm and pain. "Bridget, what the fuck!?" he cried out as he practically fell over in his haste to clutch his poor, aching testicles.

"Oooh, sorry, daddy. Did that hurt?" Bridget asked, pulling his hands away as she leaned in to give his poor nuts some soothing kisses. "I really want to make you cum... to give you that full, satisfying release you've been craving for sooo long... " she punctuated each statement with a wet \*smooch\* on his aching balls, "I really want to swallow rope after rope after rope of all that hot... thick... gooey cum... Ugh! I want it so bad!" here she gave his cock a mighty squeeze, causing the veins to stand out even more and the massive, purple head to flare out wider. "But I want to play a little bit first," she gave his cockhead a parting wet kiss, right where the crown met the underside of the shaft. Then she hopped up and headed toward Rick and Helen's bedroom. "Where is that testicle cuff?"

Rick's stomach dropped to the floor and his eyes widened in fear...



FIN

2024/03/10