Young Lovers Hypnosis Ballbusting - Sex Stories

Young Lovers Hypnosis Ballbusting

... in the way. Work was picking up, for both of them, and the stress and long hours was detrimental. They'd outlined their plans, boundaries, safe words, etc. But, the activity itself was slowly being forgotten.

The next morning was a weekend they both had off work. This was the big opportunity--for them both. Adulthood sucks.

Mark stepped into his living room to see it'd been cleared to leave a large space. His soft rug, recently cleaned, was in the center to give a wide area for their activities. Eve stood in the middle, hands on her hips, trying to look commanding. She was succeeding.

Mark wasn't used to this, and spoke in his usual flippant way, "Did you sleep on my couch?"

Eve didn't flinch, "Yes." She was mentally screaming to herself, unsure of what she was doing or if it was attractive.

Mark rubbed an eye and joined her, kissing her cheek, "Sleep okay?"

Eve put a gentle, firm hand on his chest and pushed him away. She inhaled deeply to calm herself, and said, "I'm going to hurt you now, so pull down your pants."

Mark's eyes widened, "Oh, that's hot."

He pulled off his pajamas and knelt down in front of her. He was in just his gray boxer-briefs underwear, his soft bulge leaving an imprint on their front. Eve could see the outline of his long cock, even seeing its head outlined in the gray shadow.

She stood in front of him, arms crossed, wearing a soft black shirt and matching shorts that shined in their synthetic fiber. She said, "Pull them out ...

... through your front... pocket... slit thing."

Mark reached down and withdrew his genitals, hanging them out of the front of his underwear. The hole made for them naturally was snug enough to hold his dangling balls, so they wouldn't move too much. Eve shook her head, "No, not your dick. Just your balls."

Mark stopped halfway, his eyes widening. He let go of his privates, letting just his dangling orbs swing below him. His dick hardened, pointing upward toward his navel, trapped in-place by the tight cloth. Eve breathed deeply, taking great effort to tear her gaze away from her boyfriend's impressive piece. She looked down at his loose scrotum, wondering if the warmth from his well-rested sleep and comfortable pajamas made him this way every morning. She asked, "Is it better, or worse for them to be loosened up?"

Mark replied, "Oh, way better. Much easier to get to them when the sac is barely holding them."

Eve approached him, "Hm, that's weird-I usually like how they look more when they're all tight."

She crouched down to look at them, her face inches from them. They were shaved hairless, for ease and hygiene. Eve didn't mind the hair, as long as it wasn't fully jungle down there, but Mark preferred it for both of them. They were like a lava lamp-constantly in-motion and adjusting from his breathing and body temperature. She saw his dick twitch, and his balls moved with it. She raised a hand, "I'm going to slap them."

She realized that wasn't really very hot ...