On The Brink

I could not believe my luck. What a pickup! She was gorgeous, with long silky blonde hair, big tits on a tight body, long long legs, and the face of a goddess. She was perfect in every way. It was odd that she had no husband or boyfriend and was reduced to being picked up in a bar. But who would argue? And she was not acting. She was hot for actions. She needed a cock badly. Was it possible that such a gorgeous chick suffered from cock starvation?

We went back to her apartment. She was so hot that we did not make it to the bedroom. We did it on the living floor. She was so sensitive. Orgasm after orgasm raked her lovely body. The poor thing must not have a cock for years. Hey, I was the guy. I would do it forever. I really held back. I wanted it to last forever. I wanted to make her come and come and come and come and come and come and come. My cock could not hold it in any more. With this babe, any man could do it ten times. She could get a mummy excited. I was fighting the losing battle. I was coming. I tried to hold it in, make it last a little bit longer. But I was losing. A few more seconds, I would come.

Pain exploded in my balls, my body. The whole world turned red. I froze. My hands instinctively went to my balls. I rolled into a ball, off her lovely body. Then I saw her, standing there, as beautiful as my lover, elegantly dressed in a silk blouse and tight pants, and expensive boots. She kicked my balls a few seconds before I came. Why couldn’t she come home a few seconds later? At least I could come once. That’s why such a goddess had no husband or boyfriend.

They were having a fight. I could not follow it. The whole world was pulsing. My pain was pulsing. Colors change. I didn’t care. I wanted to come, in my goddess of love, and then get out of there. She kneeled down next to me and took my hands off my balls. Through the pain, I could see her cleavage, her sexy, tiny, lace bra. My instincts were fighting each other. I wanted to hold my balls. I wanted to grab her tits. Then my hands left my balls. Another huge explosion of pain and I passed out.

When I regained consciousness, I found myself in their big, four poster bed. My ankles and wrists were securely tied to the bed posts. My huge cock was still rock hard. The pain was still pumping out of my balls. Then I saw them, in tiny panties and lace bras only. It was amazing how much alike their bodies were. It was difficult to tell one from the other. Then the one who kicked me held my balls. It was wonderful. Her hands were so soft. I would not mind at all if she wanted to kick my balls and nurse them.