The basic plot is something like this: two guys and their girlfriends go on a trip to a beach house, and end up discovering that they're all into BB. Furthermore, judging from their particular preferences, it seems like both couples might be better off swapping partners. It's not a very realistic premise, but it's certainly a fun one to write about.
Anyway, that should be enough background for this one scene. I'm doubtful I'll ever finish this whole story, but maybe I'll finish another scene or two at some point in the future :) Enjoy!
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I woke up the next morning to a sudden shock of pain, and opened my eyes to find a topless Jane seated between my legs, pinching one of my balls between her fingers.
"Oogh," I grunted, unprepared for the sudden ache rising again in my gut. "Ow...couldn't you have at least waited until I woke up?"
"You were taking too long," she replied. She gave my nut another rough squeeze, earning another pained grunt in response. "Besides, if you're planning to sleep in the buff I think your balls are fair game."
That was true -- after the events of last night, I'd fallen into bed without bothering to put anything on. Currently I was sprawled out on my back, my legs loosely spread, presenting the world with a pair of a bare balls and an obvious case of morning wood. And of course, my erection was only getting stronger with Jane fondling my junk.
I shook my head and tried to focus. "Are the others up yet?"
"Yeah, Sara and Martin are downstairs making breakfast. Eggs, I think." She grinned. "Scrambled eggs, if Sara has anything to say about it."
Now that was a mental image -- my girlfriend's foot buried in my best friend's balls. I would've felt dirty for thinking about it if I hadn't seen it myself just last night. I could only hope that Martin felt as comfortable with his own girlfriend busting my spuds.
Speaking of which...I sucked down another breath as Jane rolled my nut carefully in her fingers, always keeping a steady pressure on the sensitive sphere. It was hard to think about much else while she was down there between my legs, poking and prodding -- even her bare, near-perfect breasts failed to draw much of my attention.
Of course, by now I was as hard as a rock -- it was hard to avoid that with a girl feeling you up and all. I might have felt a bit more embarrassed about it if she didn't seem so focused on playing with my gonad. She certainly seemed to know what she was doing. My toes curled as her grip tightened for a moment, my testicles crying out at the abuse. Heck, with the way her nails were digging into the side, if she squeezed any harder I'd be in some serious trouble. It probably wouldn't take all that much force to...
"Have you ever thought about popping one?" I asked.
Jane stopped in her examination and looked up at me. "Why, are you offering?"
I blushed. Why had I even asked that? "Uh, n-no," I stammered, back-pedalling quickly, "I was just, uh...curious."
She chuckled. "Relax, I wasn't serious." She turned her gaze back to my ballsac. "Yeah, I've thought about it before. Never actually done it, but a girl can dream, right?"
"R-right."
She smiled at the nervousness in my voice, but didn't look up. "It's kind of sexy to think about, though. Actually, I used to -- wait, no, I can't tell you that."
That got my attention. "Tell me what?" I asked.
Her face started turning red. "It's way too embarrassing."
"Aww," I whined. I couldn't let her drop the subject that easily. "Come on, I promise I won't tell."
"Well..." She bit her lip. "Promise?"
"I won't tell a soul."
"Not even Martin?"
"Not even Martin."
"Well...okay." She smiled up at me. "But if you do tell, I promise you this nut is as good as peanut butter."
I yelped as she jabbed her thumb roughly into the center of my left nut, the rubbery orb sending a wave of nausea up my spine. "U-understood," I coughed, trying not to squirm.
"Good." She eased up on the plump egg, allowing it to reassume its usual oval shape, but continued to play roughly with my testicles as she talked. "So this one time, I was, uh...masturbating."
This was already off to a good start. "Mmm-hmm."
"This was at home, in my room, so it must have been...let's see...it must have been the summer before freshman year, before I started college. I think it was a weekday night, and it had been super-humid all day, so I ended up taking my top off, and eventually I ended up taking all my clothes off, and then one thing led to another -- you know what I mean."
I dumbly nodded my assent, my eyes returning to her exposed rack for a moment.
"Right. Well, obviously I've got a thing for ballbusting, so sometimes when I'm jilling off I like to squeeze something -- pretending it was some poor guy's nuts in my hand. At the time I had this nice-sized little stress ball that sat on my desk, a little bigger than a golf ball, and any time I wanted to fantasize about ballbusting I'd grab it and just, y'know, crush away. It was squishy enough that it felt sorta realistic, so I, uh...I ended up spending a lot of time with this stress ball," she admitted somewhat sheepishly.
"Right."
"Yeah. So anyway, like I said, I was jilling off and squeezing this stress ball without thinking about it, because y'know, it's a stress ball -- you're supposed to be able to squeeze it as hard as you want. But I guess I'd just used the ball too many times, or maybe I was a little hornier than usual, because just as I was about to cum, I squeezed as hard as I could and it, uh..." She blushed. "It exploded."
"Exploded?"
"Yeah, you know...it burst. Little bits of squishy ball stuffing going everywhere." Jane looked back down at my package. "And of course, in my little fantasy it was some man's junk, so the second I felt it collapse I had this crazy orgasm -- for a few seconds I swear I couldn't even see."
She seemed pretty embarrassed by this point, but I was more turned on than I thought possible. My right nut was still trapped between her fingers, her thumb pressing firmly into the side, her grip loosening and tightening as she told her story. I shot a glance downwards at my groin, watching for a moment as the rubbery sphere trembled in place. Just above my member was practically ready to explode, a clear dribble of precum running down the length of my shaft.
"So...that's the story?" I asked, breathlessly.
"Well no," she continued, "see, that's not even the embarrassing part. The thing is, when the stress ball burst, it made this really loud popping sound, like a balloon or something. Like, really loud -- way louder than if one of these boys burst."
I inhaled sharply as she gave my ball another squeeze, the already aching orb crying out at the additional abuse.
"So naturally," she continued, "my mother just happens to be walking down the hall at the same time, and hears this random loud noise coming from my room, and so she just has to peek inside to make sure I'm alright."
Despite the increasing ache in my groin, I was listening intently. "Oh no. Tell me she didn't--"
"Yep," she finished, in a voice that was halfway between a giggle and a strong blush. "She opened the door and peeked inside, and I was still, uh...'in the act', so to speak. And with stress ball guts all over me." Jane winced. "She closed the door right away and just kept walking, but I'm pretty sure she still thinks I've got some sort of weird stuffing fetish or something."
I winced -- for more than one reason, as she adjusted her grip yet again. "Oof. That sucks -- I'm sorry."
"Eh, whatever. I try not to be too bothered by what my mom thinks." Jane glanced down at my somewhat distorted spuds. "Besides, she's not entirely wrong -- I do have some pretty weird fetishes. Fantasizing about exploding nuts and all…"
My heart skipped a beat at that comment -- and I imagine my shaft gave a pretty forceful twitch as well. Did the girl realize what kind of effect she was having on me? I was just begging she would notice and take pity on me before my cock did some exploding of its own--
"What about you?" Jane asked, suddenly relinquishing her grip and switching to my other testicle.
"Huh?" I asked, grunting as the pain let up in one of side of my gut and suddenly spiked on the opposite side. Oh, that ache was to die for...
"Have you ever thought about popping a testicle? Maybe letting a pretty girl burst one of yours?" She grinned, accentuating her statement with a playful squeeze.
Again, it was all I could do not to just let loose then and there. "U-uh..." I cleared my throat, trying to get rid of some of the dryness in my mouth. "Yeah, I've...I've thought about it."
"When you're fantasizing?"
"Yeah." I groaned, unable to resist shifting my hips slightly as she assaulted my aching nugget. "It's good...nngh...good jerk-off material."
She chuckled, her eyes flicking up to my erection for a moment before turning back to my family jewels. "Mmm, I can imagine. So how does it happen? Kicked one too many times?"
Despite the complete alien-ness of the situation, It felt strangely normal to be sharing these things with her, things I hadn't shared with anyone until just a few days ago. Or maybe it was just the grip around my stones -- it was hard to say no with my balls inside her fist. "Uh, it depends. Usually by squeezing, I guess -- during sex or something. The girl gets too excited and she -- oogh -- she ends up going too far."
"Interesting." Her gaze remained locked on my crotch. "And who's the one doing the popping in these fantasies? Is it Sara?"
I inhaled sharply as one of my nuts slipped out from between her fingers, sending a fresh wave of nausea through my gut before she could trap it once again. "Yeah, most of the time. Her or...uh." I blushed. "Her or someone else."
I knew immediately that I shouldn't have said so much. I hoped Jane would drop the subject, but instead her face lit up. For the first time in several minutes, she looked directly at me. "Who's the other person?"
I struggled for an appropriate answer. "It's--...It's embarrassing."
"Hey, I told you my embarrassing story," she protested. Her lips drew into a smirk. "I promise I won't tell Sara, if that's what you're worried about."
"U-uh…" My heart was pounding. Even with all that had happened in the past day, what could I say? How could I possibly tell her that my other fantasy girl was actually here, in this room -- and already much closer to popping my balls than I had ever thought possible?
Then again, my long pause spoke for itself. When I looked back at Jane, the look in her eyes told me that she knew everything. And if that wasn't clear enough:
"This mystery girl," she said, scooting a bit closer. "You think about her a lot?"
"Y-yeah," I stammered.
She rose to her hands and knees -- keeping one hand wrapped tightly around my sac, my nuts squashed agonizingly flat in her fingers. A predatory grin spread across her face as she began to crawl forward. "And you like it when she crushes your balls?"
"Ah!" I couldn't help but gasp as her grip continued to tighten, her breasts now pressed up against my bare chest as she slid up my body. "Y-yes!"
And now -- now she was all but on top of me. I shuddered as she leaned in to nibble at my ear, her breath hot on my neck. "And if she really," she whispered, "really wanted to pop one…would you let her?"
For a moment, I froze -- but only until she squeezed. I squealed at the sudden flood of pain as she bore down on my trapped twins, crushing the poor orbs like oranges in a juicer, the sensation more torturous and more arousing than even my most outrageous ballbusting fantasy. Such terrible, gut-wrenching pressure -- I'd never imagined such a thing was possible!
On top of me Jane was flushed with arousal, panting, her chest heaving as she tried to put an end to my spunk-makers. I'd never seen a girl look so sexy, and oh, how I wanted to let her finish the job -- but my instincts just wouldn't allow it. Despite myself I began to draw my legs in, hands moving towards my groin. It was everything I'd ever wanted, but it was so much, just too much--
But Jane was a step ahead of me. Before I could cover myself, she ducked down between my legs, wrapped her lips around the first few inches of my cock, and started sucking.
It only took a second. With a bellow I came, thick jets of spunk firing down her throat as she continued to maul my mangled ballsac. My hips bucked somewhere between pain and pleasure as my best friend's girlfriend drained me, her deathgrip never loosening, my gonads squashed to within an inch of destruction as she greedily swallowed their contents. I could only watch in an agonized delirium as she worked, her tongue sliding wetly around my shaft, milking my length for every last drop that my poor spuds could produce.
Eventually Jane pulled away, leaving my shaft to fire off a few more weak spurts before it finally slumped against my stomach, exhausted. I let out a monstrous moan as she finally let go of my balls, a terrible wave of nausea rising in my gut. Weakly I rolled on to my side, my body curling double in an attempt to soothe the apocalyptic ache. For God's sake, she had just stopped crushing my rocks into oblivion -- so why did it feel like she was still standing on them now?
She just watched with a grin, stroking my side for a moment before rising from the bed. "Take your time, stud. Breakfast will be downstairs when you're ready."
I just replied with a moan.
Jane chuckled, bending to pick up her discarded clothing from the floor. She paused for one last look at my crumpled frame before turning and heading for the door -- her ass swaying seductively behind her as she went.
