Young Lovers Hypnosis Ballbusting - Sex Stories

Young Lovers Hypnosis Ballbusting

... to his face, thinking it would help to soften the blow if he had a distraction. It also served to partially gag his groans of pain.

He doubled forward and Eve moved out of the way. He grabbed his gonads, laying his head on the rug. Eve rubbed his back gently, then asked, "You okay?"

Mark's mouth hung open, and he smiled blissfully. He panted, "Oh fuck yes."

He rolled over, still nursing his balls, and begged her with a fervor she'd never seen in him before, "Please kick me, Eve."

Eve's eyes widened, and for a moment the two were afraid of each other's thoughts. Eve was scared for her boyfriend, worried that he was going to hurt himself using her, and that thought terrified her on several levels. Mark was horrified that her judgment was aimed at his strangeness, and anticipated a burgeoning rejection-an imminent incongruence in their symmetry.

Mark released his privates and hugged her sweetly. Eve reciprocated. She saw he was safe, unharmed physically. He saw she was accepting, caring for him.

There was a minute of recovery, and then Mark took his kneeling pose again. Eve stood behind him, across the room at the end of the rug. Mark had told her that the surprise of the hidden kick was part of the experience, and this thought excited her. She saw his red skin on the hanging balls, and felt a moment of trepidation. But, Mark's demeanor was calm and collected, with no signs of injury. Truly, he'd fully recuperated from the last hits.

She asked, "Are you ...

... sure you're able to handle this?"

Mark nodded, "We looked it up together, and watched the videos! You know we're good, even with a running start."

Eve steeled her resolve, and narrowed her eyes. She ran forward, fast like a jog, but not quite a sprint. She was shocked at how gracefully she dashed forward. She was upon him in an instant, kicking out and up with her powerful leg. It arced up fluid and fast, swinging into his vulnerable bits with devastating force. The pendulum of her foot was driven with athletic muscles following a building charge from her run-up. She gasped at herself-now horrified that she'd gone all-out in this attack accidentally.

Mark lifted off the rug slightly, by his own reaction rather than her kick. Still, the visage made Eve think she'd broken him. Mark fell over, wailing a single long, painful note in pain. Eve knelt beside him, asking, "Are you okay baby? I didn't mean to go so hard! I'm sorry!"

She thought she heard him weeping, and her lip quivered. If she did any lasting damage, this was her worst nightmare. She looked behind him, but couldn't survey the damage with his covering hands over her kick's victims. Then, the crying changed in rhythm. She looked up at him, and saw he was laughing. He grit his teeth and she saw him look at her with soft eyes and relaxed eyebrows. He said, "That hurts like hell. I'm gonna need like 5 minutes."

Eve sniffed and wiped a single tear from her eye's corner. She laughed at the situation. In a few ...