Sexy Self Defense Class of Painful Desires

All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.

When I moved out from my parents and went to university, I really enjoyed entering a new chapter of my life. It felt like a wonderful, unreal dream for months. I was not some high school girl anymore, but an independent woman who had ventured out into the world to experience and grow by her own definition and standards. 

In principal, I just desired to try and learn everything. Anything! University was obviously a great place for that. It had so much to offer. One of the first sports courses I decided to attend, was a self defense class. Not only did I think that it would be fun to do something completely new, but also that it was probably not a bad idea in general.

With my 5 feet and 4 inches, my slim body with C-cup tits and nicely curved butt, I did become aware of the attention from all the guys around me. It really was different than high school, and I didn't want to take any chances as I was hanging out on the campus until 11 or 12 pm on many days. Not that I distrusted the guys in the university, I just thought a cute little blonde like me should have some "powers" - just in case.

In the first session, there were about 20 girls and only five guys participating. After a harsh warm-up and some general fitness practices, the trainer - a very sexy woman in her early 30ies with red, curly hair in a pony tail asked us to make a circle for her to explain the first technique. She pointed at the largest, most hulking guy to help her demonstrate.

"Grab my wrists!" the trainer shortly asked from the guy while holding up her hands in front of her body. He complied, but obviously a bit hesitantly. "Do it hard! This is self defense class and not expressive dance!"

The giggle in the round made the guy blush a bit. Quickly, he increased the pressure until the cute trainer's skin on her wrists turned white. The powerful muscles in his arms tensed as he was putting all he had into the grip. I was surprised that the much smaller trainer was not hurt by the sexy, muscular guy.

"We will start with this technique for escaping a grip on the wrists. For the girls, this is the most likely situation that might - hopefully not - occur in your life. It is very simple. Just pull your hands past your face and push your elbows to the front and up. Instead of yanking at his hands, you can twist your arms out where his index finger and thumb meet, because there is only little resistance."

Swiftly, she yanked her elbows up in front of her body and effortlessly slipped out of the guy's grip, who looked a bit surprised that his sheer power had not held her in place. 

"Again. Grab me harder." the trainer urged once again. Challenged, the guy made sure to get a better hold this time, locking his thumb, index and middle finger, knowing what he had to expect. The trainer yanked her arms but couldn't escape. A dumb, proud grin formed on the dude's face.

"Now, if your opponent is much stronger, physically, this alone might not be enough. In this case - or in any case, I'd say - a very short moment of distraction is all you need. We usually call it a 'shock'."

Without notice, the trainer fired her foot up in between his legs. I let out a surprised pant, in unison with most other participants. Just before her bare foot crushed his manhood, she halted with perfect body control, just softly tapping the nice bulge in his training pants.

The guy's reaction was priceless. The dumb expression on his face - a mix of disbelief and panic - instantly made me giggle. He jumped back and cupped his groin with both hands in such a ridiculously funny way. His eyes darted up and down between the pretty face and bare feet of the trainer a couple of times, until he realized that it had mostly been a feint. Then, he turned red like a balloon and averted his eyes by looking down at the floor.

"A guy's testicles are usually the best target for a shock, if accessible. See, I barely touched him, and there is no need for the actual technique any more." She paused for a second and smirked at the guy, almost a little too mean for her position as a trainer.

"Also, they allow perfectly dispensing the amount of pain that is appropriate for your specific situation. If your boyfriend is a bit drunk later and demanding that you demonstrate what you have learned tonight, there is no need to crush his balls - a light kick will do just fine. In an actually dangerous situation, I always recommend full force, obviously. Now, I want you to try this out in teams of two. The girls will be fine, but if you are training with a guy, maybe kick the inside of his thigh instead of his balls, or this will be a short lesson for them. Oh and guys... next time, you might want to bring a cup."

With that, the orderly circle disbanded and everyone began looking for a training partner. I was still frozen at the spot, staring at the trainer and the tall guy with his hands still covering his manhood that she had barely touched with her foot. It actually took me a moment to sort out my emotions and make sense of them.

For some reason, I found this extremely exciting. I had seen guys getting kicked in the nuts before. In movies and once in high school, which I always found quite funny and entertaining, as most girls. But being presented the facts that made male genitals a legitimate topic and focus in this class, elicited an intensive tickle of curiosity and excitement deep inside my tummy.

I needed a guy! For this task, I mean. The thought disrupted my attempts to figure out my odd feelings, but given the m/f ratio in this class, I had to be fast. I wasn't sure, why exactly I wanted that, because we were not supposed to actually kick their balls anyway. But I just really wanted to have a man in front of me, now. 

I darted around in last minute panic and luckily spotted a guy rather close, who had tried to approach a girl who just buddied up with another one. He was perfect! Rather tall and handsome, with a not so much hulking, but very athletic physique, long, strong arms and legs, and blonde, short hair. 

He wore a white shirt and a very tight blue lycra shorts, similar to what was used in wrestling sometimes. When he turned in my direction, looking for someone else to train with, I noticed the clear outline of his manhood. His cock looked huge, placed at the side towards his left hip. Below, I could make out the package that was our today's topic. His shorts' seam actually seemed a bit tougher than the rest of the fabric. It separated his balls from each other a bit, making the individual orbs clearly distinguishable from my point of view.

I was so enchanted that I nearly missed my chance. A tall brunette suddenly passed me, approaching the handsome man. When she was right next to me, I began walking as well, stepping onto her bare foot on purpose.

"Ouch..." I could hear her annoyed voice behind me, as I approached the guy. I mumbled something about being sorry, but couldn't even turn my head from him. Somehow, I couldn't recognize myself like this. My breath was shallow and fast, my palms sweaty. 

Suddenly, it all fell into place: I was horny! That moment of sudden intimacy between the trainer and the other dude, the open threat to his and the other guys' manhoods announced into the room, and the implied superiority of my sex really got me off, somehow. 

For a few seconds, I considered leaving the gym to clear my head - maybe even pleasure myself - but this little power rush felt amazing and I just wanted to go on with the exercise. My heart raced, when I stood in front of the guy and offered him my sweaty hand.

"Hi, I'm Lena." 

"Adrian..." he mumbled and shook my hand. It was just as sweaty as mine. I noticed, how awkward our introduction had been and took a deep breath to gain control over my body again.

"Wanna start?" I said a bit more calm and held up my hands for him to grab my wrists. He grabbed them, rather carefully, almost scared. Then, he opened his knees far enough that I could comfortably kick the inside of his thigh.

An involuntary shiver went down my spine and took hold of my whole body for a moment. I actually felt my freaking panties get wet from my pussy that started radiating this terribly demanding urge. It felt so fucking hot to have that guy spread his legs for me. I stared at his balls and hesitated. It was his thigh I was supposed to kick, but... his testicles were right there! Just one little 'mis-aimed' kick would be fine, right? I wanted it so badly.

Still frozen in indecisiveness, my eyes darted up to the dude's handsome face for a moment. He was obviously staring at my boobs. Admittedly, I had presented them quite well today, in a tight, belly-free sports top that left my back mostly free, over black shorts that ended right at the top of my thighs. Seeing him so openly and rudely staring at my tits, I finally made up my mind. Don't get me wrong, I loved the fact that he enjoyed my body - I just felt that it was fair for me to do the same.

Without warning, I accelerated my foot right into the two distinct bulges tightly sitting in between his legs. I didn't even go hard at all... at least I thought so. The moment, the top of my foot smashed into that little cushion with the two elastic orbs, I gasped in overwhelming satisfaction. Just as the other guy previously, my partner looked at me in raging disbelief for a second, before the overwhelming sensation found its way into his mind.

My sexual experiences at this time had been rather sparse - and sex still was this confusing thing for me, where I didn't know what exactly to do, so I just left it to the guys. But the moment I seized control over Adrian's manhood, I learned that it was this control that I had been missing so far.

The poor guy instantly let go of my wrists, even tho I had totally forgotten about the actual technique. His hands darted down and he bent over with a long, desperate moan. I let out a giggle and instantly realized, how mean I came across. My hand darted up to cover my mouth to hide the naughty fun. Suddenly, I felt a rough slap on my butt that actually left my right cheek throbbing.

"Mean!" the redhead trainer chuckled teasingly while passing us to look around at how people did and correct them. "At least, you mastered the most efficient technique already." She just continued without further comments, while I blushed. I felt so caught and exposed with my mean feat.

"I thought he was wea..." but she was already busy with the next group. Instead, I addressed Adrian with my best act of remorse and pity. "I thought, you're wearing a protective cup. I'm so sorry! Gosh, are you okay? Does it hurt a lot?"

"Oughhh... you kicked me right in the balls... I don't have a cup..." he panted towards the floor, still bent over deeply. His hands moved down from his groin to his knees to support his weight in this position.

"Oh yeah, I felt tha..." my hand darted to my mouth again, when I realized how embarrassing it was for him if I pointed out that I had felt his unprotected testicles on my foot. The further reddening of his face told me, that it was already too late.

Behind his back, the trainer finished an explanation for the two girls and turned back to us for a moment. When she saw Adrian leaning forward with his hands on his knees, she stepped behind him with a grin and feinted a playful kick in his balls from behind. The guy didn't even notice and she didn't make any contact. Then she winked at me suggestively and continued her round.

The teacher's playful acceptance somehow got me off even more. What I did was obviously a taboo, but our connection as women made her tolerate and secretly encourage my curiosity. That shift of power to us was probably the most fulfilling thing I ever got to enjoy on a sexual level.

Trying to play off the pain, Adrian finally straightened up again, his face still red and distracted. I quickly grabbed his wrists and spread my legs for his turn. He kicked the inside of my left thigh so softly, it was kind of cute. Of course, he had no trouble winding out of my grip. 

For my next turn, he grabbed my wrists, opened his legs even further as before and pushed out his hip a bit. His face was still red and he seemed much more embarrassed than I would have assumed from the previous incident. Maybe he was just scared and wanted to make sure that I really kicked his thigh this time. But how did pushing out the hip contribute to that?

My eyes wandered down his body after resisting the urge for some time previously. I gasped. His cock was significantly larger than before and clearly pushed against the lycra of his briefs. The guy actually had a boner! Shocked and delighted by the nice view and surprising appreciation, I looked back at his face. The level of redness of his face now exceeded anything I had seen before, and his eyes darted down and to the side to escape mine.

Did he actually enjoy this as much as I did? The thought fascinated me. I have heard about "ballbusting" and that some guys apparently were into it, but I could never tell if this was just some kind of urban myth or joke, or if this actually occurred. If he did... would he let me do some "exploring" of this kink? My breath shortened again, while my fantasy went wild for a couple of intense seconds.

I just couldn't... kick him as I was supposed to. I swear that I tried to. But the way he pushed out his hip to present his vulnerable, yet powerful (at least the other part) manhood, there was no way I could resist the obvious invitation. Like a heat-seeking missile, my foot was directed into these wonderful male organs of pride by my over-taking instincts.

This time, the kick was harder and Adrian instantly went down on his knees, his forehead sinking onto the mat. I actually felt the top of my foot throbbing a bit, the shape of his large, meaty balls embossed on my skin. 

The rush of power made me moan quietly and I seriously almost came right there. The effects, kicking his balls had on my body and mind were insane. I really didn't recognize myself anymore. Also, I instantly felt bad again.

"Oh nooo... I'm sorry! I didn't want..." I stopped, realizing how ridiculous my excuses sounded for Adrian.

"No problem..." he pressed out a bit too quickly, panting. Maybe he didn't want to dis-encourage me, despite the pain he was in? Or maybe, my mind just came up with reasons to kick him in the balls over and over.

"Whooaaah, easy, girl!" the trainer yelled across the mat. I looked over and noticed her staring right at me. Once again, I blushed. "Leave some for the others, please. Let's end this exercise and continue with something that won't get your... eh... juices flowing as much." 

She addressed the whole group, and most people probably had no idea, what she was talking about. On the other side of the mat, another guy was bent over clutching his balls. At least, I hadn't been the only naughty one... 

I couldn't wipe the wide, happy smile off my face, when I joined the circle to see the next technique. The little session with Adrian was so hot and satisfying on a level I had never even knew existed - yet so unfulfilling and leaving me craving for more of this. This course was amazing. Who would have known, what it could actually teach me!

Unfortunately, the trainer ensured that her lesson continued without disruptions of this kind. The next technique didn't contain any 'shock' and she asked us to pair with the person next to us, which was unfortunately another girl in my case. With envy, I checked out if Adrian was still hard from me - of course he was.

The lesson continued and we went for a few more techniques. 15 minutes before the course was over, the trainer called us back into the circle and asked us to sit. Adrian was on the opposite side, his hand regularly reaching down to his groin to readjust his probably aching and possibly still hard manhood. The thought that it had been me who gave him this discomfort in his genitals for hours, turned me on so much again, that I had to force myself to stop thinking about it.

"At last, I want you to do some actual fighting. Because all these techniques just can't teach you everything, you need to know. Take range for example. You need to get a feeling for it. For yours and your opponent's." She pointed at two guys and tossed a pair of finger-less boxing gloves into the square of red mats in the center. "Best of three. Pretend that this is an actual fight, but be careful with each other. No need to go for full force hits, just show that you could've landed a hit. I will tell you, once I believe one of you would have gone down in a real fight."

The fight between the two massive dudes was actually quite hot to look at, as well. They did punch each other rather hard, but didn't seem to care. However, I noticed at least a dozen openings where they could've gone for the other guy's balls. They simply never did.

I found it amazing that guys had this secret agreement to never do that, because they knew how painful and humiliating it was. Introducing this had the potential to backfire so badly that the option was generally off the table. Only girls could target balls, unaware of what it really meant for their owners. Unable to have the favor returned. The thought made me chuckle quietly.

After three rounds of the guys, the trainer picked two girls. Panting wildly, they went into more of a wrestling match on the ground early on. It was interesting to look at, but I was so horny that my attention just went to the guys again and again. Adrian's sudden excited expression made me look back at the girls. One had grabbed and pulled the other one's top and bra, exposing both of her tits. 

"Oooookay, ladies, I think that's enough. Gee, such a wild group this time." the trainer nodded in curious admiration. The girls got up and the one fixed her bra and top before they went back to their place in the circle. Adrian continued staring at her, which made me a bit envious.

The trainer slowly walked along the outside of the opposite side of the circle. Suddenly, I noticed that she had been looking right at me the whole time. When my eyes met her, she put on a wicket smile and winked at me. My heart jumped when I put one and one together.

When she stopped behind Adrian and placed a finger on his shoulder, I already stood in the center of the circle, putting on the finger-less boxing gloves. It took him some time to understand and put on a nervous expression. Somehow, he seemed unwilling to stand up, until the trainer began softly kicking his rear.

A collective giggle made me look up. Adrian was on his feet, awkwardly approaching me with an even more salient boner as before, putting on the other pair of gloves. It actually made me a bit jealous to see him aroused by the other girl getting her tits flashed. 

It was stupid, as we were not dating or anything. I just somehow felt like I had called dips on his manhood and should be the one in control of it. The naughty thought parted my lips in a wide grin. When Adrian looked up at my wild smirk, for a split second, lust and fear distorted his face. 

Damn, I was so sure that he was into it. His obvious embarrassment gave me the impression that he wanted something from me, but couldn't show that he enjoyed it. Or maybe he was just really ashamed of his boner.

Suddenly, he charged me without notice. Surprised and without any fighting experience, I froze for a moment. Almost instantly, I found myself on my back with the tall guy on top of me, while all air painfully escaped my lungs. 

Instinctively, I tried to pull my knees up to my chest. I felt something familiar - soft and elastic - breaking the upward motion of my thigh, followed by a twitch in Adrian's body and a surprised yelp. I swear, it was not on purpose this time, but still it felt great. The knee to his balls was not hard and well aimed enough, though, to take him down this time.

With surprising grace, he quickly got his legs off mine and away from the constant danger and went onto his knees next to me on the right. I tried to use the space I was given to roll away from him to my left, but his hand was suddenly on my right tit, pushing me back down.

Feeling his large, strong mauler on my soft tit, fully made me merge with the feverish struggle for sexual dominance. As he had crossed all social boundaries of my female body, it was only fair that I did the same with his, I thought - generously overlooking the fact that I had already kicked his balls three times so far.

With a shriek, I was pinned onto my back, his body pressed on mine and his knees actively finding hold on the mat to my right. Using both arms, he forced my hands over my head and then held both of my wrists with only one strong hand. His face was hovering right on top of mine, as he moved his free hand down to my chest, "accidentally" stroking over my hard nipple. 

I screamed with a mix of desperation and over-flowing sexual energy. All I needed was a quick moment of distraction, a shock. With his balls inaccessible and my hands trapped, I didn't know, how. 

Suddenly, I had an idea. Swiftly lifting my head, I gave him a kiss. Despite how horny both of us obviously were, there was nothing sensual about it. I simply shoved my tongue into his mouth for an instant, before he pulled his head back in surprise.

Using the short distraction, I yanked my right hand out from his loosened grip over my head. With a triumphant grin at my surprised opponent, I thrust my hand in between his opened knees. His thighs, the mat and his torso perfectly guided my hand to its desired target. 

I felt the soft, warm orbs trapped by the tight lycra and instantly wrapped my fingers around them. Feeling the meaty, vulnerable orbs in my hand, actually made me press out a scream of delight. I really, really struggled not to orgasm right there in the center of the circle. If Adrian had just softly touched my pussy in that moment, he really could have humiliated me. 

Feeling his balls in my hand and digging my fingers into his organs of male pride, opened the floodgates to an ocean of joy I hadn't been aware of. Gosh, I thought breathless, am I actually a sadist? I really did want him to enjoy it, but I simply wanted to be in full control. 

When I finally coped with my loss of control over my own body, I began squeezing harder. With a pathetic whimper, Adrian's head sunk down onto my boobs. His pulsing, rock hard cock was pressed against my wrist and arm. 

"Pleeeaaseee... my balls..." I could hear him cry into my tits. In the same moment, I noticed his desperate tapping against my waist. With a mix of disappointment, and regret for not noticing his tapping-out right away, I let go of his balls and took a deep breath.

It took both of us a moment to cope with the storm of sensations of our beautifully different bodies struggling for dominance. Of course, I was on my feet first. The gym was dead quiet. Not everyone had even seen my hand disappear below his folded body, but I guess nearly everyone had a good idea of what had happened.

They all stayed quiet and watched carefully, not wanting to miss anything. I noticed some approval, obvious entertainment, but also some shock and anger. The brunette on whose foot I had stepped, looked as if she hated me for stealing her sexual adventure. I got it, though. Knowing what I knew now, I would have probably felt the same.

It took Adrian nearly two very humiliating minutes to get back to his feet and straighten his back. Technically I was aware of their vulnerability, but the actual extent of the effectiveness of squeezes and kicks to a guy's testicles still blew my mind. 

I waited until he lifted his hands to approach him. This time, he tried to take advantage of his range. Every time, I got too close, he lifted his right leg and placed a side-kick. They were a bit half-heated and I always evaded them by jumping back.

Looking at his little dance was beautiful, though. With every kick, he spread his legs widely and the package that ensured my victory nearly jumped at me, sitting tightly against his pelvis. His cock was seriously massive, and a darker spot at the tip indicated that he had oozed pre-cum into his lycra tights.

Distracted and tired, he simply repeated the same movements over and over. Whenever I stepped to close, he took a step back with his left leg, swung up his right and launched his foot somewhere into my direction. I made him repeat it about ten times, until I got the rhythm. Once or twice, I saw his eyes dart to the clock that indicated that the training was almost over.

The next time, I stepped forward, back and instantly forward again. With his leg still up, I pulled up mine just below him. Targeting the package was more than easy. Once again, I felt his warm, large and rather swollen testicles against the top my toes. The impact felt satisfying even before Adrian fell like a tree. It was instant defeat by ball-bust. Just as we had been taught.

"Nice! Well done." the trainer ended the brutal silence that had only been broken by Adrian's whimpering on the floor. Instantly, the other girls present began chattering and giggling in excitement. I loved how I was the one to demonstrate them the power they had.

One of the other guys tried to speak up, but his unsteady voice failed him. He cleared his throat and tried again.

"Ehhh... isn't that illegal in martial arts?"

"It is effective and therefore part of self defense." the teacher simply ended the argument.

"But... we can wear a cup? It doesn't make sense."

"You can wear whatever you like. But if you are not wearing a cup all day, every day, I would recommend that you attempt dealing with your disadvantages and how they can be used against you." The guy blushed and shut up. 

With the end of the session, I was a bit unsure about if I should say something to Adrian who was still in the fetal position in front of my feet, clutching his balls and rocking forward and back to ease the pain. There was so much I wanted to say or ask, but my feelings were still so confusing to me. 

Finally, I decided to leave with a swift, sweet "Byee". The next course was in one week - if he really liked it, he would be back. If not... then I should just leave him alone and feel bad about everything, I guessed.

When I went into the shower with the other girls, I felt really nervous about their reaction. But as soon as we were by ourselves, all the girls admitted their admiration for me more or less openly. Some were a bit shy, just as I had been two hours ago. They just needed to sort out their feelings, first. I even had a nice chat with the brunette, who said that she really just envied me.

When I went out of the changing room to get home, I couldn't wait to lie down naked in my bed and take a long time to figure out what I was feeling. The exciting tickle in my tummy hadn't stopped for the last hour or so. I couldn't believe that kicking a guy's balls could make me feel like this. The redhead trainer stood next to the door to the guy's changing room and stopped me with a gesture.

"I thought you knew why you are delaying the time, he needs to get into the shower?" I looked at her confused. She rolled her eyes and pushed the door open. A single bag and pile of clothes was in the room, and from the shower room next door came the clear sound of a single, running shower. My eyes widened in surprise. The trainer made the keys in her hand jingle and added in a conspiratorial whisper: "No distractions!"

The arousing shiver had instantly taken hold of my body again, imagining what she had in mind. As if I was riding a cloud, I hovered past her through the door. Then I hesitated and turned back to her.

"Do you think that he's into it?" The red-haired woman just laughed out and rolled her eyes again.

"Girl, girl... you've got a lot to learn." With that she closed the door and left me in my crippling uncertainty. Like in a dream, I stripped naked and walked into the shower room.

In the back left corner, Adrian stood with his left elbow and hand leaning against the wall, his legs spread and his right hand in his groin. From where I stood, I could see his relentlessly raging boner. His right hand was not jerking him off though, but he rhythmically lifted his balls up and let them down again, probably comforting them. From the ache, they got from me, I thought with a smirk.

When I stepped right behind him, fully in the nude and anticipating my next step, the wild, recently unleashed horny me took over again. All the doubt vanished and gave way to pure desire. Given his boner, there was no way that he wasn't into it. Maybe, he just needed to be taught by me.

Every 30 seconds or so, the shower stopped and Adrian moved his right hand up to press the button again. After watching it the first time, I patiently waited for my turn. His balls hung rather low in the hot shower, and I could see them in between his legs. 

Suppressing a gasp of pure excitement, I lifted my right foot up until my toes nearly touched his fingers at his balls. I had to be careful that he wouldn't see my toes if he was looking down at his package. Trembling in unbounded sexual anticipation, I pulled my leg back far. 

The shower seemed to run forever. My heart nearly stopped along with it. When his hand left his balls alone and pressed the button, I swung my foot into his balls. Surprising him with it felt so good. I nearly kicked him as hard as in the last fight, but I realized in time that I wouldn't have the patience to watch him on the floor for another 15 minutes. In the end, the kick was actually super soft and playful.

I actually moaned out with him, when my bare foot bumped into his naked balls. You'd think that the thin lycra shorts wouldn't change a lot anyway, but just feeling his exposure and nudity on my skin was so sexually uplifting.

For the repeatedly busted guy, the soft kick seemed quite sufficient. He instantly fell onto his knees, before falling against the wall with his shoulder and finally sinking down onto his butt with his back against the wall. 

Through the streaming water, I could see his eyes wander up and down my nude body in disbelief and open wonder. When I stepped forward through the water and in between his opened legs, he let go of his balls and placed his palms on either side of him flat on the floor.

Him so openly giving up on protecting his nuts once we were alone, was really a clear statement. In his expression, I saw my lust for his body mirrored, as he stared up at me. I gave him another few seconds to relish my body from below.

When the shower stopped, I pressed it again and went down on my knees. I just loved showing him my body, caressed by the steaming water. He seemed to love it, and I really wanted to reward him for what he was giving me.

When I couldn't hold back anymore, I sat down on my knees right in front of him and took one of his balls in each hand. He gasped and the powerful muscles on his shoulders and neck tensed. I carefully rolled them around and felt their size. They were really swollen now, and every time, I poked into them with the tip of a finger, I felt his body twitch.

I could've continued this for hours, but I decided that his balls probably had enough. And there was something else, I desired anyway. Now, more than ever.

With a sensual, naughty smile, I softly tugged at his balls. He instantly complied by pushing his hip away from the wall until his balls were at my knees. With that space, I was able to push myself up, place one knee on either side behind his hip and place my pussy right over his twitching cock.

"Don't you want to touch me?" I purr, freezing an inch before the final reward for both of us. There was no need to tell him twice. His hands were all over my body again, and reminded me of that wonderful moment, when he grabbed my tit in the fight, just before being defeated because I got him by his balls.

When I pushed my hip down and his massive cock filled and stretched my pussy so much better than anyone before, I couldn't fulfill my secret promise of leaving his balls alone. With a naughty giggle, I reached back and softly slapped the wet, swollen sack right under me. There was no way for him to stop me in this position, and the silent begging in his eyes told me, that he knew.

I really was merciful, though. All I wanted, was to feel them in my hand, so I grabbed them tenderly and began riding him harder and harder. Fuck, how I had missed this during the few times, I've had sex before. If anyone had ever told me, that the woman was supposed to take control...

After all what had happened, the sex itself was a rather quick delight. I came less than a minute in, and god, how I had needed this. Losing any awareness of where I was and why, I just screamed and panted as the newly discovered ocean of desire and joy was poured over me in one seemingly endless masterpiece of sensations. 

When I finally came back to reality and let out a deep satisfied sigh, I realized that I had clamped down on my lover's balls rather hard in ecstasy. Luckily, it seemed to have driven him to the same raging climax that I had been through - maybe not as long, though. With his balls still loosely in my hand, I leaned down and gave him a kiss, a proper, sensual one this time.

"See you next week, tiger." I purr in deep satisfaction. His hands dart up and he grabs my face softly. 

"Fuck next week. Please let's go home together." I throw my head back and laugh a genuine laugh of happiness while tapping his balls with my hand.

"Well... if you can take it, honey."