A good deal (part 5/5)

The pain wasn’t as bad as her kicks but my body was still shaking, the combination of kicks, knees, slaps and now her punch had taken their toll. My eyes were squeezed shut and my body was squeezed tight around my throbbing balls, Sophie’s arm was still stabbed into them but her hand wasn’t balled into a fist. I moved my hands out of her way without thinking as she searched around and tenderly grabbed my balls. Maybe I was going crazy but again her gentle touch seemed to take the worst of the pain away.

I shouldn’t have trusted her to hold the most vulnerable part of me, my body knew better though and made the space for her to cup my aching and throbbing nuts. She was lightly rolling my balls around in her palm, further easing my agony. My body was still in a bad state, it felt like the muscles in my abdomen and back would never relax. My head was foggy, clouded with pain, lust and fear. “Lay back, come on” she pushed my upper body back until I was laid out nearly straight again, head on her pillows. My legs were still curled up but they were spread a little, not wanting to dislodge her soothing hand. I watched my legs shake and spasm as I forced them down flat. “That’s it baby” she was softer, more gentle than ever before, “just stay like that” I tried to keep my body from contracting back up.

Sophie stood and turned her back to me, sliding her shorts down. Her legs stayed together and she bent at the waist. More and more skin cake into view, I laid transfixed by her body, I could she the light pink of her pussy just between her legs, her ass wiggling in my face. She knew the effect she was having and I noticed her looking back through the curtain of her hair. Smiling, I licked my dry lips “what are you looking at?” She asked, faking innocence. I wasn’t sure if I was expected to answer or not, “I um.. I, sorry...” my voice faded away but she didn’t move, “sorry Soph, is it ok if I look at your ass?”

Her laugh as she straightened and turned back towards me was a relief, I was obviously saying the right thing. “Sure, here look all you want” again she straddled my chest. Her hot and wet pussy sat against the centre of my chest. She crawled back, her knees moving up next to my head. My nose was buried between her ass cheeks and my lips were against her pussy, “time for your reward” I mumbled excitedly into her pussy, her squirming suggested she liked it. “Remember I’ve still got to give you a squeeze, poor little guys look like they’ve nearly had enough”. They definitely had taken enough but I wasn’t stupid enough to tell her that.

Her mouth engulfed the head of my dick, she sucked it in and started to twirl her tongue around the tip. I wasn’t hard and the pain was starting to beat out my sex drive, even with my face buried between her legs and her mouth swallowing my dick I was only semi hard. Sophie took this as a challenge, she pushed harder against my mouth and used both hands on me. One hand cupped, massaged and rubbed my sore, abused testicles and the other stroked me up and down while her tongue did it’s job. It worked and I was stiff and ready to blow in less than a minute. Maybe she could tell by the way my hips were jumping up and down, or the way my tongue was darting around unevenly suddenly.

It was the signal Sophie had been waiting for and the hand on my balls shifted. She had my right testicle between her fingers and thumb. Her rolling motion was firm at first, it got steadily, slowly firmer. My body reacted and was trying to shift her weight from on top of me, it didn’t work. I forced myself to continue licking and lapping at her clit. My cock was still sending warm pleasurable sensations through my body but the pressure on my right ball had increased to the point i felt like it was ready to burst.

I couldn’t handle the intense pain and pleasure, I starting babbling and moaning into her pussy. She ground down on my face enjoying the vibrations. Her fingers were squeezing tight and rolling my ball around, spreading the pain all over my poor ball. It was a different type of pain to her kicks, I felt like the pressure in my balls was spreading through my body. My cock seemed to get harder than ever, I felt like I had too much blood in my body. Sophie continued to suck and stroke my cock and I finally mastered the pain enough to get back to eating her out. The pressure on my poor ball dropped a little and I got the message, don’t stop licking. The way her thumb was rubbing and pressing on every part of my ball was driving me insane, just as I thought for sure her thumb was going to impale and pop my ball she’d roll it and the force would be applied to a different part of my ball.

I felt Sophie’s legs start to tense and shake a little, I knew the signs that she was close to her orgasm, I licked harder and faster. All the gym time I’d paid for had was showing, her legs were squeezed tight around my face. I couldn’t help moaning and groaning and I hoped the vibrations would help push her on her way. I could barely feel her soft lips and warm tongue on my cock, the agonising ball torture was overpowering everything. Suddenly Sophie’s thighs clamped down tight around my head, she sat up a little letting my cock fall from her mouth. Her orgasm was causing all her muscles to contract and I felt tears spring into my eyes, sure her crushing grip was going to be the end of my testicle.

My hips were jumping and bucking in the torment she was inflicting on my ball. I realised too late, her hand had stayed wrapped around my cock and as I’d pumped my hips instinctively I’d been masturbating wildly against her hand. I felt her body shudder and heard a cry as her orgasm washed through her, i felt a flood of wetness cover my face, it was the last thing my mind and body needed to push me over the edge. Sophie’s hands moved off my ball and off my cock as she steadied herself after her orgasm.

My cock throbbed and I blew my orgasm in the air. I didn’t even get any pleasure from it, completely ruined as she let go at the last second. Once she’d released my testicle a fresh wave of pain had flooded my body. I felt my orgasm as a sickening tightening of my muscles, no pleasure or joy just a wasted feeling. Every contraction of my balls was like a further squeeze, my own orgasm cheating and tormenting me with further agony. I could barely breath, smothered beneath Sophie’s ass and I felt the pain, the excitement, and adrenaline and my lack of air slowly wash through me, I was passing out. I was almost glad to be away from the pain.

Sophie rolled off me just in time, I sucked in great lungfuls of air and licked her juices from my lips, tasting her satisfaction and wallowing in my own discomfort. We didn’t say much after that and Sophie snuggled up next to me, covering us with her blankets. She was asleep quickly, the excitement and booze lulling her into a restful sleep. I didn’t get much sleep that night, my testicles sent out messages of pain and suffering for hours, every shift of body position jolting my bruised balls into new positions of pain. I couldn’t help but wonder, was a barely felt ruined orgasm worth all that pain?