Pussy Envy 5

　　"Hi, Gene," she welcomed me. "And his is my friend, Denis. He's a seaman and look at his broughtover here from overseas."

　　She picked up a video tape from the table. "You have to see it. It's from America.They call it ballbusting."

　　"What's that?"

　　"You'll see now." And she inserted the tape into the vidoe player.

　　In the days of my childhood my country was ruled by the Communists and most of the people were separated from the rest of the world by the Iron Curtain. there was no internet, no satallite TV, not many peole had video-players (so Natasha was a lucky one), we really lived in some kind of info vacuum. And the sailors were the people who had some access to the outside world and they often brought from abroad movies and magazines that one wasn't able to get within the country. So I anticipated to see something interesting. Natasha pushed the play button and said: "You'd better take a seat."

　　The tape started playing and soon on the screen there appeared a man and two girls.One swift kick of one of the girls and a man was lying on the floor, holding his groin and with an awful grimace on his face.

　　The girls laughed loud. Wow! It was great! It was so exciing to see another man testicles abused by girls. My penis at once got erected.

　　Natasha looked at my groin and smiled: "I see you like it. let's watch further."

　　And there continued more girls and men, all man had their testicles abused and hurt by girls and it was real ballbusting. The tape played for forty minutes and when it stopped Natasha looked at me: "Well, what will you say?"

　　I was breathing heavily: "It's great, it's great! But one thing I don't like about it - some of the men were naked but girls never. The girls are dressed. If they would have been nude the guys would envy them so bad. I know it for sure."

　　"Well," Denis entered the conversation, "I've seen lots of suc tapes. The girls are always dressed. I guess the guys like it more. I sometimes let my balls be kicked by Natasha and I like her being dressed at such moments."

　　"You see, Gene," Natasha said, "all men have their own reason for liking ballbusting. And those reasons differ much. You, for example, envy girls and therefore like them abusing your male organs that you think Nature has given you by some mistake. It makes your feeling of pussy envy more deep and sharp. But many other men possess another psychological motivation for ballbusting. And Denis has his own, too."

　　I turned to Denis: "But when your balls hurt and Natasha laughs at you, don't you envy her?"

　　"Well, maybe just a little bit and not too long. Not like you."

　　"I guess if you'd had your balls hit in the women bathhouse, like I had, and many and many nude women were laughing at you, no doubt you'd envy them. Sometimes I wish i could get there again and let them hurt me down there again. But they wouldn't let me in any more. I'm too big now.

　　"But you can use your imagination," Natasha said.

　　"How that?" I asked.

　　"Now look at this," she took a color magazine from the shelf. "Denis has brought it too from abroad. But this is from Japan." And she handed the magazine over to me.

On the cover there was a nude orient girl and above her sighs and letters I couldn't understand. I opened it. Inside there were pics of nude japanese models. They all were extremely beautiful.

　　"Do you wanna them kick you in the balls?" Natasha asked.

　　"Yes, but they are faraway and I'll never meet them."

　　"But you can imagine it, remember you told me about your experience with a plastic ruler. Just choose the girl you like best, take your pants off and give a good flick to your balls, fancying it's the girl who kicked you."

　　"But can I do it right now?"

　　"Sure, I'll be pleased to see it."

　　So I choosed the most beautiful girl, put the magazine on the table up against the wall and facing the picture, yanked my pants down. Natasha handed me theruler she had found for me.

　　And so I stood there, in the middle of the room, staring at the nude, beautiful japanese girl. I gazed at her pussy, then shifted my eyes to my balls. How I wished there was a pussy instead. then I looked again at the girl.

　　"Why do you hesitate?" exlaimed Natasha. "Let that girl kick you in your hanging things. Let her hurt those two things you are so ashamed to have. Let her!"

　　I curved the ruller making it ready to flick my balls. My eyes were fixed on her pussy. I so envied her.

　　"Come on, boy!' Natasha urged me.

　　And I let the ruler sharply flick my balls. "Oooooooh!" I screamed with pain and fell on the floor. "Ooooh, my bals, my damn balls, so hurt." I was lying on the floor, both my hands between my legs.

　　Natasha picked up the magazine and put the picture just before my eyes and shouted straight into my ear: "You see this girl, you see her, she's got no balls and you have. And they are aching bad. But the girl does'nt havy any and she's superior. Do you envy her?"

I nodded in pain.

　　"Remeber I told you - don't touch your balls whenever they are aching. Never touch them no matter how the pain big is. They are not yours, Nature's put them between your legs by mistake."

　　"I can't " I moaned, "the pain...'

　　"If you get your hands off those hangers of yours I'll give a pile of such magazines. Those beautiful girls from Japan will be able to kick you in the balls whenever you want. Just do it - hands off the balls! Leave them alone in the pain."

　　Though the pain was extreme, I knew it was my way I'd chosen - to have pussy envy and those who had pussies abuse my male organs. And Natasha was one with a pussy and I obeyed. I unclutched my hands and at once snapped the magazine from her hand. I looked at the girl on the picture. She was beautiful and she was smiling at me, at me who was in such a pain because of my balls. From that day on I am in real love with japanese beauties, I'm so fond of them.

　　Natasha's hand free from the magazine, she grabbed my balls and looked straight at my face. "Good boy, I know the pain is big but you will never fail to let a girl know how lucky she's witout those things." And she squeezed my nuts.

　　I gave out a shriek scream. She Picked the magazine that fell from my hands and again put it before my eyes.

　　"Just look at that girl, she hear you screaming and she laughs at you. She feels so great she doesn't have balls."

　　And my balls recieved one more hard squeeze while my eyes were stuck to that girl's nude body. One more squueze and my balls were in such a pain that I tore that page off the magazine and squeezed that picture in my hand, while tears were running down my cheeks.