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In a few days, strolling about the neighborhood, I met Lina, the very girl Natasha had swung the stick between our legs. "Hi," she smiled cunningly, "How are you?" "Fine, and you?" "Me too, I know your name's Lina and mine is Gene." The girl was very pretty and cute and I at once felt a great liking for her. To be true I had felt that feeling first there on the beach, when she stood proudly over me, looking at me clutching my balls and envying her her body without those vulnerable organs. And now meeting her was a pleasing surprise. Before long we started walking together along the street, talking of different things. And then she asked: "It was sch a fun when you kicked that man's balls. You like kicking guys in the balls?" "Not too much. I'm a guy myself. I think it's more fun and joy for girl who have no balls. If i were a girl I would certainly like doing so. But sometimes I imagine I'm a girl and the I feel like kicking guys in the balls. There on the beach I was in a girl's dress and it was easy for me to imagine this. Sometimes I hide my balls between my thighs..." "How's that?" "Oh, I can show you some time.., and you, do you like kicking boys in the crotch?" "Actually I hadn't too much chance to do so. I remember, when I was younger, I saw two boys fighting and they agreed not to kick each other in the balls. I wondered why. And in a few day i slapped my cousin's groin to see what would happen. And I was surprised! I hadn't known that boys are so weak down there. Just a light slap and mycousin became such a whimp. The I witnessed several boys hit down there. All the time they were so helpless, holding their balls and crying. I just can't imagine what it fels to be kicked in the balls. And then there on the beach, when the stick flew up between our lergs and I saw you down on the ground, I was so happy I hadn't balls. I just can't imagine what it feels to be hit in the balls. Sometimes i wish I could become a boy for a couple of minutes, get the balls hit to know the kind of pain you guys feel and then become a girl again." "Well," I said, "you can use your imagination, like I do, and imagine yourself a boy with balls and I'll imagine myself a girl and be hurting your balls and laughing at you and you'll imagine yourself in a great pain and envying me my pussy. I always envy girls their pussy. That's gonna be great." "But how can we do it." "Oh, no problem, there's nobody at my home at the moment. Let's go over there and I'll show you something." In a while we were in my room. I found two tennis balls and put it in a sock. "Take it," I handed the sock to Lina. "It's gonna be your scrotum with the testicles inside. Just put it beneath your pants." Lina was in tight pants that showed off her flat groin, the thing that attracted my eye all the way since I'd met her in the street. She inserted the sock with the balls under the crotch of her pants", looked down at her "newly made package", cupped the "testicles" with her hand and giggled: "Oh, these are my precious balls, please don't kick them." She looked so funny with those tennis balls tightly pressed to her flat groin with her pants. Then there came my turn to make some pretending. "Okay," I said, "you've already se me naked, so there's no shame for me." In a few seconds I stood completely nude before Lina. "Look," I said as i took my balls and penis in my hand, "now they will disappear." And I hid my genitals behind my thighs, as Natasha had tought me, and pressed my legs tight. "You see, I've no balls now, my groin is so smooth," I rubbed my pubic bone, "and you've got balls in your pants. Now I'll make you envy me." I grasped a ruler from the table beside me and gave a sudden and sharp slap to the tenns balls in her pants. Lina just chuckled. I hit her "balls" with the ruler one more time and she started laughing. "Why are you laughing?" I inquired. "Do you know what pain such hits with a ruler giv to the balls" "No, I don't," she smiled. "How can I know if I've no balls." "You do have balls,"I pointed at her groin. "But they are not real," she protested, "and I can't feel anyting when you hit them." "Don't you forget that we use our imagination now. I have a pussy now and you do balls. And the balls are so easily hurt that you must envy me my smooth groin." "Do you think it that easy to believe I have live balls and not those tennis balls. I just don't know how I should react to those hits of yours." "Alright, I'll dispaly it to you, just take those balls out of your pants." When the sock with the balls fel onto the floor I untight my legs, letting my balls take their usual position. "Just feel the force," I said and very lightly slapped her flat groin with the ruler, "Is there any pain?" "Not a bit," she shook her head. "And know just give the same slap to my balls, I mean as hard as I did to your pussy," and I handed the ruler over to her. Though her slap was as light as mine, it gave me quite a pain that I felt not only in my unprotected bals but high in my stomach. "Ouch," I exclaimed and grasped my nuts, "a good one." But the hit being very light, the pain died out pretty soon. "Now give me the ruler back," I demanded and then slapped her groin a bit harder. "What do you feel?" I asked. "Just a light slap," Lina replied. "Just hit my balls with the same force," and i returned the ruler to her. Her next slap, exactly the same force, made me double up, clutching my testicles and giving out a long groan: "Oooooooh!" My reaction made Lina laugh heartily: "Just a light slap and you look so funny." "Not funny for me," I muttered, still doubled over, "it really hurts" "Then let me hit them balls harder!" "No, oh, no," I straighten up, protecting my balls with my both hands, "if you use a bit more force I won't be able imagine I'm a girl with a pussy. I'll just be a helpless boy with terribly aching balls. But now I want you to be a boy with balls envying me my pussy. So get those balls back in your pants," I pointed at the "sock-scrotum" lying by her feet. When the tennis balls were again beneath Lina's pants and my balls hidden between my legs, I took the ruler from her hand. "See now," I gave a series of rapid, sharp slaps to my "testicleless" flat groin. "No pain at all," I grinned, "and now we'll see your reaction," and I suddenly hit the tennis balls in her pants with the ruler. "Oooooh," Lina gave aout a loud cry and grasped the fake testickles, "my balls, my balls, they hurt like hell!" No sooner had she taken her hands off her groin as I gave one more slap. "Oooooh," she again siezed the "balls", oh please don't do that again, my balls so hurt. You are so lucky, Gene, you don't have balls and you don't know what the pain I feel now." She doubled herself up. "Those damn balls," she went on clutching her "package". Why do I have them? How i wish I had a pussy like you, Gene." She straighten herself up again and holding the "damn testicles" with one hand she touched my flat groin with the other. "Oh, it so nice not to have balls," she looked straight at my eyes, "there's nothing to squeeze at your groin." "And I can squeeze your balls," I said and soon the tennis balls were in my hand. "Gene, please don't squeeze them, I'll die from the pain," And I greedily started squeezing the tennis balls", shouting: "Do you envy me? Do you envy me?" "Gene, do stop, do stop," she was imitating a great pain, "I do, I do envy you! It's so nice to have a pussy and balls suck, they suck! Just let me go, oh so much pain in my balls! Just let them alone!" I unclutched my hand to see her kneeing down, holding her crotch with both her hands. "Oh my poor balls, my poor balls, why don't I have a pussy?" And all of a sudden she burst with laughter. "Why do you laugh?" I stared at her astoundedly. "Oh, dear Gene, I just can't be pretending too long. I just can't be envying you your pussy for it's me who have one. And it's you who have balls." "But it's a game." "And I can't imagine the pain, just can't," and she exracted the sock with the tennis balls from her pants. "Well," I said, my balls still hidden from her eye, "try to remember the worst pain you ever had in your life." She meditated for a while and then said: "Once a goose pecked me at my shin, the pain was so bad that I thought I would die. Has a goose ever pecked you?" "Yeah," I nodded. "Is the pain the same, I mean, when your balls are hit?" "Of course not, nothing can be compared with the pain in the balls, no goose pecks. But if a goose pecked my balls, I would surely die from the pain." "Really?" she made such a funny grimace that made me give a laugh and my balls jumped out from their hide. Another second and my testicles got in Lina's hand. "You say you'll die from a peck at your balls and what about a pinch," and all of a sudden she pinched my right testicle. I think that a pinch to the testicles possesses the highest pain coefficient. A light slap to the balls gives rather a light aching, a hard kick gives a hard pain, and the lightest pinch to a man's balls gives him such a suffering... And so I was lying there on the floor, my right testicle on fire and Lina was standing over me and covulsing from the intrepid laughter. She picked up the ruler and started slapping her groin with it: "Look, Gene, I have a pussy and you have those weak balls," she laughed and gave one more series of slapps to her pussy, then took the sock with the tennis balls from the floor and started slapping the imaginary scrotum with the ruler before my eyes. "Weak balls, poor weak balls in a sack between your legs." She gave one more powerful hit to the sock and tossed it away. "And I have a pussy you so envy me," and she again slapped her flat crotch with the ruler. I felt so miserable, clutching my searing sack. I remebered the beach, that stick that Natasha swung up between our legs, Lina's and mine. That stick that showed how different we were our bodies - Lina's and mine. And my mad envy, my mad envy when I was on the ground, greedily staring at her spread wide legs and the cute slit between them. My agonizing envy as I was clutching those things between my legs, the same things Lina that was laughing at now. The same things in my hands, the same pain, the same envy. But now there was one thing that really consoled me. I saw that Lina felt great, great because she had a pussy. And I wanted her to feel great. Very great. Extremely great. For I liked her,really liked. I was falling in love with her. My first love in my life. The first real love. For when you love someone for real you wish them to be happy, to feel great, even if it costs you suffering. And all my pain was making that girl feel great, and i wanted her to feel even greater, I wanted that stick again fly up betwen our legs, smashing my balls and filling her with the feeling of proud of not having balls, proud of her smooth groin, proud of being a girl. I wished Natasha was beside us with a stick in her hand. And I was falling in love more and more as I was looking at Lina, who kept on laughing at me, at me whom a light pinch made so helpless. And I was happy, happy to make her so great, great without balls. It was real LOVE and real PUSSY ENVY.
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