Laissez les bons temps rouler! Part 1

So, I figured I'd give this a try. I wrote something I think I'd like to read, and some of it is a fantasy version real things. It's a bit long, or rather it takes a bit to get into the BB parts, and I wanted to take a little effort to hopefully give the ladies something a little extra, too.

Category: Straight, Ballbusting, Loving Couple, Cunnilingus, minor humiliation

Anyway, here it goes...

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I heard the door close as the wifey had just gotten home from work. “**Hey babe.”, she called from down the hall, “how was your day?**”. Dinner was nearly done, as I called back, “Not bad, you?”. She had already slipped into the room to do the female equivalent of kicking of her shoes after a long day, emerging a few minutes later having removed her bra, shorts, shoes, and socks, and taken a minute to freshen up, but re-emerged quickly. She had wonderful tits, not hanging freely beneath flimsy cloth of her dress, and I always enjoyed seeing her barefoot. Something about the freedom of a loose dress always made me take that extra second to look and admire a woman.

She approached, both taking in the smells of the food nearly finished and finally being able to relax now that she was home from a long day, just enjoyed herself. She walked up behind me, laying a hand on my ass, squeezing gentle, but mostly just resting it there as it seemed to perfectly fit my backsides natural curvature. I felt her tits push against me, and I knee she felt it too. “**Smells good, babe.**” She whispered in my ear while hugging me. “**I had a hard day, and I really just need to relax**.” My free hand slid back, just beneath the hem of her dress to caress her ass, only to realize it wasn’t only the shorts beneath her dress that had been removed, but everything. She kissed the back and side of my neck softly, while I ran my hand, as far as I could while still facing the food and her behind me, from her backside to the small of her back. “**You know,… I could see if the kids could just stay with my parents tonight. They could drop them off, and we would have the whole weekend,…**” as a reached and slid a finger into her pussy, “**to ourselves…?**”.

Her cunt was already wet. Just enough for a finger to two to slide in, but it would be much wetter soon. Lost in enjoying the moment, I could feel her tits move against me as she nodded her head in agreement. I used my finger to press down, or up as it were, against her twat wall, putting a little pressure on her clit from the inside as she closed her legs, as if begging for more, then whispered “**Why are you so good to me?**”. She twisted my head around, just sharp enough to tell me she knew what she wanted but only enough to hurt slightly and began to kiss me passionately.

After a moment, we separated a bit, me to finish dinner and her to begin to see about the kids being watched tonight, and if my parents could then just drop them off tomorrow at their friends to stay the night. As she began to walk to the other room, she saw me lick her juices off of my finger, and winked, “**Don’t worry, hun, my vaj-jay has plenty more for you, tonight.**” I called back, jokingly “**We’ll see. I’m tired.**” She stopped, turned slowly, giving me the mock stink eye, and took two fingers, first pointing at her eyes as if to do the “*I’m watching you*” motion, then stopped, pointed at me, but then split them and placed them sticking up on each side of her mouth as her tongue came out and began licking wildly. I’d always found it comical, she had a pussy, she could make dirty motions, but she could never bring herself to say “dick”, “pussy” “twat”, or the like. Even when we sent each other dirty pictures from work, or insinuated nasty sexy things over text.

My cock began to relax a bit as I finished dinner. I set one pot aside to begin cooling, and then turned the heat on the stew to min, to keep warm, but allow the flavors to begin to seep. The rice cooker was done, and I transferred it to a larger bowl to place in the fridge. I could barely hear her speaking to my parents on the phone in our room, and it sounded like it was going well. I smell my fingers, absolutely loving the way she smelled. And tasted. I could eat her pussy for hours, and I had more than once. A soft smile came over my face as I thought back to prior times of oral bliss, kissing her thigh and outer labia while she used her tongue on my shaft. Lost in those memories, I set the table for us, and waited.

Interestingly, she came and sat down with my phone. She smelled the food a last time before beginning to spoon some of the rice into her bowl. “**They said that it was fine…**” Topping it with thick shrimp and sausage gumbo, “**which mean this**” as a felt her naked foot sliding up to my crotch “**is mine all weekend.**” rubbing my not-for-long soft cock. Now that she was done, I began to prepare my bowl, while smirking, “**I’ll think about it. I mean I worked all day, then cooked. I’m kinda tired. Maybe ‘next’ time.**” Suddenly I felt her foot pressing down on my nuts, and looked at her surprised. She had never down anything like that before. She simply looked back at me with a look of mock surprise, opening her mouth slightly as if shocked, but her foot never stopped pressing. “**I would think it someone had me by the ‘boys’, I would do whatever they said…**” It wasn’t so much pressure that I would have buckled if standing, but she had never done anything like that before. Or even hinted at it. Even when mad.

“**So, something interesting happened today. Well, a few things really. Baby. You okay?**”, as she finally began to release her foot, but still kept it there. “**I was telling you about my day. Don’t you care?** **First some jerk stiffed me on the bill. He came in, ordered, then ate the food. Then he brought back one taco and said it was bad and he wouldn’t pay for meal. I went to get the boss, and he just left. And the ass hat said some nasty things about my work ethics, And no tip!”** Suddenly I felt the foot there back on my balls. A quick jab, and I felt it in both, then it came back down hard and just stayed there crushing them. “**You know, you are right. This does make me feel better.**” She commented, nonchalantly, then added, “**We should do this more often**!”.

I was very confused, and she was crushing my balls. What did she mean “you are right”. I opened my mouth to speak, but I had to stop. I attempted to shift my body to relieve the constant pressure on by balls, before getting out “**Honey, your hurting my,. . . me. I didn’t ask you to…**” I wasn’t at tears yet, but I could kind of feel them coming. “**Silly, you are skipping ahead. I said a few things happened today, so**”, And Suddenly her foot let off, then it slammed down hard on my balls. Not inwards, like pressing them into my body, but downwards, crushing them between the seat and the heel of her foot, “**if you want to keep ‘the boys’, I suggest you be a good listener.**” She took a few bites, then gently rested the sole of her foot on my crotch, “**You really are so good to me. I want you to know I appreciate that. I appreciate you. I can feel it getting bigger, under my foot. And them, too. I like that. It makes me ‘*****feel like a wooomaaan*****!**”, she sang the last part from some old country pop song. **“When I got home, I washed my feet and woohah, and placed my phone on the charger before I came in to hug on you. So, when I went to call about babysitting,..**”, she stopped there, sort of letting it sink in for just a moment, “**I used your phone. Can you guess what I saw on your phone when I first turned it on???**”

Holy crap! I only worked a half day today, and cooking had taken about 6 hours, so I had gone into the bedroom for a little “me time”, and had obviously left a special porn story still up. She saw that I had begun to understand, “**You know your penis IS JUST FOR ME!!!**” she said, pressing onto my cock with her foot, “**and yet, this,… this filth is what you beat it to?!?!?**” she interrogates, holding up my phone to show a raunchy story about three nude woman brutally beating some guys balls and then raping him, orally and vaginally. “**THIS IS WHAT YOU WANT! Well, mister…**” suddenly I feel her foot nail my in the balls. Then again. Then again. Her entire expression changed. Suddenly cold. Angry. No, furious. Or whatever lays beyond that. I know she was not mad, and holy shit I loved her so much right now for it, “**I’m GOING TO BUST THE EVER LIVING FUCK OUT OF YOUR BALLS, THEN I’M GOING TO SNAP YOUR DICK, AND THEN I’M GOING TO RIDE YOU FACE!!!**” One last kick, a brutal as hell kick nailed my nuts, and I struggled to stay up in my chair. I clutched them, which in all reality just hurt even more, but it was all my brain would allow me to do, as I slid down to the cold floor, and went into a fetal position.

I heard her naked feet walking, and suddenly she was kneeling besides me. I opened my eyes and I could see she had intentionally spread her legs just enough to give me a show of her perfect little peach. The inner lips were just barely sticking out, and she had trimmed, but still had enough hair for me to enjoy. “**Poor baby,**” she mocked “**I know when my tiny liddle feet was up in you big strong balls, you didn’t get any of the wonderful food you mad. But that’s okay. I was using my fingers the entire time, and I have your dinner right here. Want a taste?**” Suddenly she had pushed my on my back and leapt, literally leapt onto my chest, her legs spread, and her soaking pussy wide open. She grabbed the back of my head and pushed my mouth and nose inside. “**Lick it!**”, as she started pressing herself, her cunt into my face. “**Ice cream cone it!**”

My tongue came out and ran along her clit, splitting the inner and outer lips apart as it did, then running large, and slowly over her cit. The clit hood moved back as my tongue forced it back. I did it again, and again. I pushed it inside, and every time I did, she would mash her pelvis against my face as hard as she could. My nose was in the gap just below her clit and my tongue inside he until she bucked, bushing my nose to grind her clit up and my tongue to drag on the spongy area inside of her pussy, that so sweet spot she loved me to press on. I felt her pussy begin to spasmatically tighten around my tongue and lips, and she forced my body away, as she just fully sat her ass on my chest and stopped everything but feeling what she was feeling.

Once it was done, she rolled off. “**Baby, … that was so… good. I’m going to need a minute.”** Our eyes met, and she genuinely smiled. Her hand came to my check, and she just held it there to look at me. To look into me. “**But, that doesn’t mean your…**”, suddenly she stopped, “**MY balls are off the hook ‘for what you did”!**” The pain in my balls and stomach had not really gone away at all, but when her hand slid down my pants to grab them, tightly, it went from a 8 to a 12. “**So, here is what I’m thinking. Tonight, I am going to play soccer with “my” balls. After I kick you, once you drop down, I am going to put this sweet pussy in your mouth again. I expect,**” sudden squeeze and twist “**to cum three more times, at least. You can use your fingers, but if you do, I get to use my fist.** ” She let go, but stayed there, our faces nearly touching. I knew she wanted nothing more than to cuddle, to kiss me, and have me wrap around her, but she was willing to be the ballbusting bitch fantasy she had discovered and see where it went.

Without warning, she let go, stood up, and began walking before stopping, to coyly turn and mention over her shoulder, “**I gotta tinkle. You have two minutes to make ‘my’ ballsies stop hurting, get into the room, get naked, and get that tongue ready to clean my pussy once I’m done. Oh, and grab that big metal ladle from the kitchen. I have some ideas…**”.

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