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Thanks for the validation you all gave me on the last story! For context, I (Vivian, F18) crushed my long-time friend's (Jamie, M19) balls after he tried to touch my ass, and failed to feel a single ounce of sympathy for him or his future generations. But... something weird awoke inside of me. Something that let the smile on my face extend across my face as I walked back home from his place.
I had to do it again. So, the following afternoon, I made my move.
jamie? I texted him, the flow of blood heavier on each tip of my finger with every tap, while my hands trembled with excitement. i'm sorry for yesterday, i freaked out ahaha, can we pls talk?
I threw my phone across the room and hid under my covers, biting my nails harder with each second I was left on delivered. I couldn't believe I was about to do this!!! It felt like hours, but just as a dog returns to its owner, Jamie had responded within about 30 seconds.
yeah sure, come to mine in an hour?
ok :)
My wardrobe doors swung open at my urgency, and I picked out a fit that always had my ex on his knees. I put it on, and my reflection spoke for itself. My hot pink push-up bra almost squished my tits, though the way they spilt out of my bra made the strain worth it. I ensured the straps were exposed, next to those of my white crop top, which revealed my athletic and flat stomach—one I'd worked all year to build. The pink bra was just about visible through the white of my crop top. Exactly how I wanted it.
My ass, however? My ass was always a head-turner. I barely fit into the jeans, buttoning them up to really accentuate my curves, especially with my thin waist. This was too sexy a fit to waste on one horny guy, so I arched my back and let my camera's flash do all of the work on my story. He liked it less than a minute after I posted.
The walk to his house was over as quickly as it began, as my heart raced to burst out of my chest before I knocked on his door. He emerged in the same ragged fit as yesterday, grey sweatpants and all.
"Jamie!" I stepped in, removing my shoes while he held the door open for me, my mouth moving at a million miles per hour. "I'm seriously so sorry about yesterday, I was just so stressed and surprised and—"
HE WAS STARING AT MY FUCKING TITS!
I paused. "Wasting no time, I see?" I suppressed the reflexive curl of my upper lip to remember what I came here for. With all the willpower I could muster up, I placed my hand on his chest and gently pushed him in the direction of his room around the corner.
"Vivian, I- uh- don't know what you're talking about," he sputtered out with a smirk as we made our way through his bedroom door.
God, men are such lying dogs. "You had the balls to grab my ass," I briefly giggled through the irony. "But you don't have the balls to take me when I want you?"
His eyes lit up as he regained his misplaced confidence from yesterday. The door slammed behind me, and he did what I didn't let him do for more than a second last time. Both of his hands reached around my waist, and he took every curve of my ass into his grip, squeezing it with a force that made me take a sharp breath.
I kept up the act, forcing out a moan before guiding him towards his bed. He almost effortlessly picked me up and laid me down onto the duvet. My legs were spread apart before I could react, and he settled himself in between them to lean over me. His boner was an iron rod in his sweatpants, visibly beating against them while pointing towards me like I was for lunch. Each nerve on my side became shot as he reached under my crop top, then under my bra, then onto my delicate and supple breasts...
"WAIT!" I blurted out. He paused and looked at me with an eyebrow raised, his fingers splayed across my ribs and the lower part of my boobs. I gulped. "Let me apologise to you properly."
I suppressed a sigh of relief as I took his hands off my body and slowly guided him onto his back. His cock was throbbing faster than ever now, like it was the tail of a dog whose owner had just come back for dinner. I swallowed, hooking my fingers into his boxers.
My eyes were tightly scrunched before I yanked his boxers and sweatpants down to reveal the prize I'd been eyeing up all day.
His cock slapped against his stomach—it had to have been at least 8 inches long, and with veins that popped to the point where I thought it was going to burst.
But that's not what I came here for.
Each testicle was a fucking egg that was as big as my hand. His sack was still a bit red from yesterday, and I forced down a smile after replaying the moment in my head. The way they compressed against my knee, how the soft and vulnerable flesh of his testes deformed under the pressure, and the thought that I had just squished his most precious organs because I felt like it.
I pushed his legs up and open, and moved my head closer to the tip of his cock. My mouth was inches away. My gaze met his, and his chest rapidly rose and fell. This was it.
I smiled and placed a testicle in each hand. His expression dropped.
SQUELCH!
I dug every finger on both of my hands into his fucking balls!
My fingers sank into the flesh, flattening each orb out as the testes had nowhere else to go under my grip. They were surprisingly firm, but any resistance gave way with just a little bit more pressure. I pressed harder, nearly letting my pointer fingers and thumbs touch through each testicle, though I wasn't quite strong enough to pinch them fully flat.
Oh yeah, Jamie? Jamie wasn't doing great. His guttural scream pierced through the air, as his violent convulsions shook the bed, nearly making me lose my grip.
What a bastard! I let him grab my ass and caress my torso, yet he doesn't even have the courtesy to stay still while I nearly castrate his balls? I furrowed my eyebrows and readjusted my grip, squishing longways instead of sideways. The compress was a different sensation, as I was working against the natural ellipse of his nuts. I squished his balls into a more circular shape, feeling the organs fill out in my hands.
CRUSH!
Another guttural scream emerged, and I was getting a little sick of his ungratefulness at this point, so I twisted his balls and pulled back justtt a little...
His dick erupted in a vicious spasm, shooting thick ropes of cum all over himself. I released my grip and was startled back while it flew everywhere. No way he's into this, I thought to myself. However mesmerised I was at his fountain of cum, my heart sank when I felt a moist and sticky substance land on my chest.
This pervert FUCKING CAME ON ME! He was gonna pay for it now.
I clenched my fist and felt the pressure build in my joints as I pressed my fingers into my palm. I slowly wound up my arm, aimed directly at his nuts. His clock ticked and echoed through the air.
"No—"
SPLAT!
I slammed my fist right into his fucking balls.
This was WAYYY different from the squeeze. His testicular tissue immediately yielded to my strike, before I heard a gruelling THUD as his balls deformed against his pelvic bone. They'd instantly compressed, deeper and meatier than what I'd done before, sending tingles through my body at the glory of my actions.
He wheezed, folding forward before finally protecting his groin from any further attacks. I'd had my fun, though, and was soaking in this moment of justice.
Jamie finally attempted to form a sentence.
"V-Vivian..." he trembled, while I tilted my head, wondering why he reacted so much. "WHAT THE FUCK!"
"Sooo, you're not gonna ask how my fist feels?" I asked, inspecting the redness that had begun burning across my knuckles.
"Vivian—" he wheezed out in disbelieving agony.
"No, Jamie, let me tell you something," I leapt off his bed and gripped his cheeks, forcing his gaze to meet mine. "I don't know how you thought you had a chance with me, but it was NEVER going to happen. If you try to contact me, talk to me, or even so much as LOOK AT ME in the hallway, I won't be so generous as to leave your testicles intact. Do I make myself clear?"
Jamie nodded, and I pushed his head back to release his face. I slammed his door shut on my way out and skipped home with a smile on my face and a memory I would never forget.