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Busting Brother's Balls
by Anon (address withheld)
Edited by Flying Fingers

***

A brother, who is very close to his sister, is always 
joking about having his balls busted. Finally, when his 
sister's best friend's marriage breaks up, he finds 
someone who really needs to bust his balls. (FFM, v) 

***

My name is Tom. I'm 25, white and OK looking. But my 
younger sister, Amanda, who is 23, is absolutely 
gorgeous. In fact, if she wasn't my younger sister, I'd 
really want to fuck her! Her best friend is a girl 
named Angela and she is also stunning. Unfortunately, 
Angela has never let me even come near her. 

Although none of Amanda's good looking friends consider 
me worthy of their time, Amanda does. Ever since we 
were little kids we've had a great relationship. 
Because we grew up kind of in the boonies, neither of 
us had a lot of friends, so we became best buds kind of 
by default. But, that was OK. A little odd, I suppose, 
but it worked for us. 

As we grew up, we shared a lot. For instance, I know 
when, where, how, and to whom Amanda lost her virginity 
when she was only 14. And she took that step well 
before me. To say I was a little slow romantically 
would be an understatement; I didn't get laid until I 
was 18, and even then it was with Amanda's help. 

It seems she was friends with this hot pants girl named 
Debbie. Well, one day Debbie mentioned that she was so 
horny she was crawling the walls. Amanda, never missing 
a beat, quickly volunteering me to scratch her itch. I 
willingly obliged, though I later found out that Debbie 
didn't think much of me or my abilities. But Amanda 
told her to cut me some slack, that it was my very 
first time and I was learning to do it and she knew 
that I'd get better in the future. See, there was my 
little sister, covering for me again, though I wished 
she hadn't mentioned to Debbie, that that this was my 
first time at 18! To be honest, I didn't really give a 
shit, I was just glad to finally loss my cherry. 


Because we were so close, Amanda and I could, and did, 
talk about virtually anything. So it was that sometime 
during our late teen years that I first joked to Amanda 
about what it would feel like to have my balls busted. 
Now, don't even bother asking me where this idea came 
from, I haven't a clue. Some masochistic need buried 
deep in my psyche, I suppose, its roots leading back 
who knows where. All I know is that I've had these 
feelings for a long time.

The idea repulsed her at first, and for some time 
afterward, but as we talked about it more and more over 
the next year or so, she gradually began to see things 
differently. At first I think her desire to do it was 
fueled less by her desire to actually hurt me, than by 
the knowledge that this would be very arousing for me. 
She finally realized how serious I was about it, how it 
was really something I wanted to experience, or thought 
I did. 

It's funny, I can still remember the day Amanda and I 
were talking about it and she told me that the more she 
thought about ball bashing the more she liked it. She 
told me that lately she had begun to have quirky 
fantasies, imagining herself hitting or crushing my 
balls, wondering just how much pain I could endure. And 
that she thought it would be a lot fun to find out. She 
went so far as to confess that the idea excited her so 
much that she sometimes masturbated to it (yeah, I said 
we were close!) and hoped we could maybe find out 
sometime. Damn! I wanted to hug her, and I did!

Despite the foregoing, there was a lot of more normal, 
playful stuff between us, too. I lost track of the 
times I made comments about her very sexy bod, 
especially her beautiful, 38-C sized breasts. (Yes, I 
checked the tags on her bra!) She teased me back just 
as much, implying that, if I was really nice to her, 
maybe one day she might show them to me, although that 
was as far as things actually went. 

So, how did things go from fantasy to reality? Well, 
many times when I've been over at Amanda's, her best 
friend Angela would drop by the apartment. If anything, 
Angela could be an even worse tease than my sister. She 
also had nice tits, at least as big as Amanda's 38s, 
more likely 40s or more, I'd guess. She also had long, 
tanned legs and a beautiful, curvy ass, what some 
people would call a bubble butt. She was hot and she 
knew it. If she happened to be showering at Amanda's 
for some reason when I was there, she'd always made 
sure I somehow got just the quickest flash of part of 
her breast, hair covered pussy, or rounded ass cheek 
somewhere along the line. This was totally by accident, 
of course; she was always careful never to give me more 
the shortest, fleeting glimpse of her naked body. 

A little background on Angela: she grew up in a very 
rough family. Lots of brothers and sisters. Her father 
was semi-employed at best and he drank a lot. She may 
even have been abused for all I know. She was only 17 
when she married a guy named Ned, probably as much to 
get out of the house as anything. 

As it turned out, this was no improvement either, 
because Ned drank a lot too, and was often verbally and 
physically abusive. A lot of the latter was of a sexual 
nature, from what I later found out. And although 
Amanda frequently pleaded with Angela to leave him, she 
always stayed. She always thought he would change if 
she gave it enough time. It used to make Amanda crazy 
trying to figure out what kind of hold Ned had over her 
best friend, and if there wasn't some way she could get 
Angela to see things as they were. 

In the end, it was Ned who eventually provided the 
solution. He left her for some bimbo slut, and Angela 
finally found the strength to divorce him. (I always 
figured he had to be nuts to leave her.) If there was 
any saving grace in the whole mess, it was that she had 
managed to avoid getting pregnant.

In the aftermath of the divorce, Amanda tried to 
reassure her friend, saying it was all for the better 
and that things would work out, but it didn't seem to 
help much. Amanda felt so bad that she even tried to 
arrange some dates for her, but they mostly went 
nowhere. 

Some time later, Angela started counseling. As she 
slowly came to understand what had happened, and why, 
and her feelings about it, a huge amount of anger and 
bitterness started coming to the surface. She was 
trying to deal with it, but it was slow going. At that 
point in her life it would not have been stretching 
things to say that Angela was turning into a man hater. 
Knowing what she had been through, I felt for her. 
Nonetheless, I tended to keep my distance when she was 
around because of the hostile vibes she often gave off. 

After the divorce the girls spent more time together, 
talking about a lot of things. During one of their many 
conversations, Angela, who was still mad as hell at 
Ned, mentioned in passing that she'd really love to 
take her anger out on some guy's balls. It was just a 
throw away remark, but Amanda suddenly recalled our 
earlier conversations and had a brainstorm. She told 
Angela that she understood her feelings completely and 
they talked some more. Then, out of the clear blue, she 
told Angela she could help her, that is if she wouldn't 
mind substituting my balls for Ned's. 

Angela was caught totally off-guard by this. She'd 
always ignored me in the past; to her I was a non-
entity, just her best friend's older brother. She liked 
to tease a little, maybe a lot, and she could be a 
total bitch, but she'd certainly never thought of 
hurting me. That all changed when Amanda explained to 
her that the two of us had talked seriously about my 
ball busting desires many times over the years, 
stressing that we'd never done anything. 

Amanda confessed that the whole idea really turned her 
on, and said that she felt sure she could set something 
up, especially if Angela would agree to, say, let me 
see her breasts. Well, Angela suddenly became *very* 
interested in me. To say she was excited by the 
prospect of being able to inflict severe pain on a male 
would be an understatement. So, the two of them decided 
to put things into action as quickly as possible. 

My sister asked me to drop by the apartment the next 
Friday night. When I got there, she and Angela were 
both wearing thong bikinis. They told me they had 
bought new beachwear and wanted me to see how they 
looked. Wow! Angela's was a bright yellow color and my 
sister's was a day-glow lime. Neither hide much more 
than the barest essentials. 

To show off, they both spun in circles, tits bobbling 
and asses swaying. Did I like their new suites, they 
asked coyly. What could I say? I was surrounded by ripe 
female flesh and trying to look everywhere at once. I'd 
never seen either girl this close to naked, and I got 
an immediate hard on. Angela noticed this, of course, 
and made fun of me in such a crude, nasty way that I 
was totally embarrassed. She did everything possible to 
turn me on, then made me feel like I was some kind of 
low life for reacting that way. Typical Angela. I was 
pissed at her but also horny as hell. 

It was then that Amanda started to draw me into their 
plan. "Tom, do you remember when we used to talk about 
ball bashing and you wondered about how much pain you 
could take?" she asked. When I told her that I did, she 
explained to me that she and Angela had spent a lot of 
time talking about all the problems she'd had with ex-
husband. I already knew most of it. The upshot was that 
Angela still had a lot of unresolved anger, and she had 
a great desire to take it out on a man's balls. Doing 
so would benefit both of us, she said; I would finally 
get to explore my fantasy and Angela would get to 
release a lot of her hostility. 

Amanda stepped close to me then, so close that the 
swollen tips of her big breasts were just grazing my 
chest and looked at me with the brightest smile I can 
remember, her eyes almost seemed to be shining. She 
just looked up at me for a moment, then moved closer 
still, to the point that I could literally feel the 
heat coming from her nearly naked body. Then she went 
into little girl mode. She ran her index fingers in 
little circles and curly-cues over my chest. If I would 
please, please be a nice big brother to her and allow 
her good friend to bust my balls, she just knew Angela 
would be very.....grateful, she said. She stressed that 
last word, drawing it out slowly to give my imagination 
a chance to play with the possibilities. Her friend was 
really hurting, she went on, and wouldn't I help her? 
Please? Most guys are a sucker for a woman in need, 
so......what could I say? It's not like I didn't really 
want it.


I pretended to think the whole thing over for a few 
minutes. I drew things out as long as I could before I 
finally agreed. And to be honest, I was having last 
minute reservations. But, the die was cast. I felt a 
mixture of excitement and anxiety wash over me as I 
undressed. My raging hard on still hadn't gone away, 
but there was nothing I could do about it now. I'm 
about average in the cock department, not big but not 
small either, but, from what I've been able to see, my 
balls are on the biggish side. Well hung, you might 
say. Both girls looked at me and giggled when I was 
naked, which added to my uneasiness. Amanda wondered 
out loud how many sisters had seen their big brothers 
with a full blown erection. 

Then, to my shocked surprise, Angela suggested that 
both she and Amanda should take their bikini tops off 
and show me their breasts. Kind of a reward in advance, 
she said. After all, she knew how much I'd been dying 
to see them. Her words conveyed a feeling of 
condescension and sarcasm that normally would have put 
me off, but at that point I was beyond caring. I didn't 
think it was possible, but my cock throbbed even more, 
almost to the point of pain! 

When Angela turned around and actually asked me to 
please take off her top I was so dumbfounded that I had 
an attack of clumsiness and struggled for a moment or 
two trying to undo the tiny piece of cloth that was 
straining to hold in her breasts. I finally managed to 
get it undone and pulled it off, making sure I brushed 
my hand against her hard nipple in the process. Man, 
her breasts really were beautiful, true works of art. I 
felt my cock lurch once again. 

Not wanting to be alone in her semi-nakedness, Angela 
suggested I take Amanda's top off, too. I felt a bit 
embarrassed because it was my own sister I was 
undressing, but Angela told me, in her typically blunt 
fashion, not to be so stupid, that Amanda was staring 
at my hard cock. Which was true. So, I undid Amanda's 
bikini top and removed it, but more slowly, kind of 
like I was unveiling an elegant piece of sculpture in 
museum.

Wow! I'd been wanting to see my sister topless for as 
long as I could remember and I wasn't disappointed; she 
had a pair of breasts that were out of this world. I'd 
never seen one set of tits that close to perfection, 
let alone two at one time. With some satisfaction I 
noted that I had been right, Angela was bigger busted 
than my sister, though not by too much. To balance 
things out, however, Amanda had much larger nipples, a 
definite turn on for me. 


With the undressing completed, Amanda took my arm and 
walked me over to her kitchen table, then told me to 
hold out my nut sack so my balls rested on the table. 
She told me to hold them long ways so they would get 
hit on the top. I did so, but I was beginning to feel a 
little more apprehensive. Until this moment the whole 
thing had been unreal, just a crazy fantasy of unknown 
origin, something I never thought I'd be acting out. 
Now I was wondering, could I possibly damage my 
manhood? Or lose it altogether? I did want this, didn't 
I?

Angela told Amanda she should go first because she'd 
been waiting foot this a lot longer. Whether this was 
true I didn't know, but I felt Amanda come up close 
behind my right side, pressing one of her bare breasts 
into my back. She lifted her right hand high and made a 
fist, then drove it down into my balls. I grimaced and 
let out a yell as I jumped back from the table, but 
somehow it wasn't as painful as I'd expected. My balls 
were throbbing badly, but I hadn't been driven to my 
knees. 


After I rested for a few minutes and got my breath 
back, it was Angela's turn. As I held my balls on the 
table top once again as Angela came up behind me. She 
repeated what Amanda had done, making a fist and 
slamming it into my balls. But with a difference. She 
hit me harder, a lot harder. Amanda gasped, holding her 
hands over her mouth as I shrieked and cupped my balls 
in abject misery. They were aching very badly now, but 
I was not in the total agony I thought a blow like that 
would produce. I was surprised, actually. I was really 
hurting, no question, but I'd figured a hit that hard 
would have incapacitated me. 


Amanda said they wanted to do it again, but this time 
with my balls vertical instead, my right nut stacked 
atop my left. When I looked at my sister I noticed that 
she was breathing faster and her voice sounded a bit 
husky. This time it was a little harder to do, but once 
I had myself in position, Amanda stepped behind me 
again. For some reason, I could tell (or hope) that she 
wasn't going to hit me quite as hard as Angela. Thwack! 
Down came her little fist again, banging hard into my 
unprotected nuts. The hit may not have been as hard, 
but I let out a scream and fell to the floor in agony. 
Tears were running from my eyes as I instinctively 
cupped my aching balls, trying to protect against any 
further pain, real or imagined.

Now there was pain, pain beyond anything I had ever 
experienced. My balls must be much more sensitive in 
this position was all I could reason. Fearful of the 
damage she might have done, Amanda knelt down next to 
me and looked carefully at my balls. They looked kind 
of bloated and were turning purple, she said, but it 
didn't look like any blood vessels had been broken. 

After Angela decided that enough time had passed, she 
told me to get back up and put my balls on the table 
again. Seemingly oblivious to the pain she and Amanda 
had already caused me, Angela laughingly suggested that 
this time I put my left nut on top of my right to try 
to spread the pain. I did as she said, but I was 
beginning to worry because, even though I was actually 
enjoying this in some strange way, I knew I was fast 
approaching the limits of my pain tolerance, at least 
for the moment. And I suspected (no, knew) that Angela 
was going to hit me much harder than Amanda had. 


When I was ready again, she came up behind me and 
raised her fist high in the air. From there, it was 
almost like watching in slow motion, or even a series 
of still frame pictures. The second before Angela's 
clenched fist began to descend come I looked at my 
sister. Her face was flushing heavily, her eyes were 
half closed. Her right hand was between her legs, her 
thighs clenching tightly around her wrist. Her 
breathing was shallow, coming in little gasps, like she 
was leading up to something. 

Behind me, Angela took in a long breath of air and 
slowly released it. Her mouth was near my ear and I 
heard her shriek, "you fuckin' goddamn bastard" a 
second before her fist hammered hard into my exposed 
left nut, which in turn instantly crushed my right nut 
below it. The pain in that first instant was more than 
I can describe, almost blinding. The kind where color 
explodes in front of your eyes. I let out a horrific, 
high decibel banshee scream and fell to the floor like 
a sack of potatoes, cupping my balls between my legs as 
I pulled my body into a tight fetal position. The pain 
seemed to radiate in waves from my groin to every part 
of my body and was so intense that I was afraid I was 
going to puke. I felt like the breath had been knocked 
completely out of me and all I could do was rock back 
and forth on the floor, trying desperately to get my 
wind back and dissipate the pain in my bashed nuts. I 
prayed (seriously this time) that no permanent damage 
had been done. (And that the neighbors hadn't called 
the police.) 

Ever so slowly, the pain began to lessen - from 
blinding, to intense, to severe, to a dull ache. 
Gradually, my senses began to return to some kind of 
normalcy. My cock was listless after these attacks, of 
course, but the effect on the girls had been just the 
opposite. They were still topless and I could see that 
the tips of their breast were puffy and drawn up, the 
nipples rock hard. My nose picked up the faint odor of 
what smelled like pussy juice and when I looked up from 
my position on the floor I could see why. Both girls 
had large, damp stains on the fronts and crotches of 
their bikini bottoms. Of the two, Angela's bottom 
seemed to have the larger wet spot; she had obviously 
gotten so aroused by causing me pain that her pussy had 
lubricated heavily. 


After what seemed like forever, the girls gently rolled 
me over on the floor, spread my legs and put an ice 
pack gently against my balls to help stop the swelling 
and reduce the pain. After about a half hour I was able 
to stand once again, but it took some doing and I felt 
wobbly as hell for a minute or two. I suddenly realized 
I needed to pee and walked rather bow-legged to the 
bathroom. I was thankful not to see any blood in my 
urine. 


An hour later, we had all gotten dressed (the girls 
changed from their sits) and were sitting around the 
table discussing what had happened. I'd definitely 
found out how much ball pain I could take and that, if 
my experience meant anything, it seemed to matter which 
way your balls were hit. Without a trace of 
embarrassment, the girls revealed that they had each 
gotten very turned on by the whole thing, so much so 
that they had each orgasmed when the last blow was 
delivered. I could remember seeing Amanda, so that 
didn't come as a total surprise. For some reason, that 
admission made my cock begin to quickly stiffen again. 
Of course they both noticed immediately and pointed at 
me, giggling and joking in their catty sort of way. 
While they expressed thankfulness that they hadn't 
permanently injured me, I'm not sure how honest they 
were being. Nor could I figure out my own reaction to 
the whole thing.


After we talked a while longer, Angela suddenly stood 
up and asked me to do the same. "Oh, you already are," 
she smirked, making reference to the still bulging tent 
in my shorts. To my amazement, she pulled off her top 
and undid her bra, once again revealing her wondrous 
tits to me. She reached out and grabbed me by the hair, 
pulled my head to her chest and told me to suck her 
breasts - now. So I did, sinking my face into her soft, 
warm flesh, licking and suckling each nipple in turn 
like a hungry baby. 

Maybe this turned her on, I never knew with Angela, but 
after a few minutes she dropped to her knees in front 
of me. "Let's see if it still works," she said bluntly 
as she unzipped my shorts, pulled out my aching cock 
and began gently sucking on it. Now, Angela would never 
have given me the time of day before tonight, let alone 
a blowjob, but I couldn't mistake what I was seeing. 
Here she was, kneeling in front of me, head bobbing up 
and down, slobbering all over my stiff dick. 

Amanda just sat and watched her best friend suckle my 
cock, her eyes and mouth wide open, not quite believing 
what she was seeing. Angela sure knew her stuff, I have 
to say. She was able to take almost all of my cock deep 
into her warm, sucking mouth. Then, when she sensed I 
was close to cumming, she thrust her head forward so my 
cock was completely swallowed. I could feel the 
sensitive head pressing tightly against the muscles in 
her throat and when I looked down I saw her nose flat 
against my pubic hair. 

All the sensations seemed to hit me at once and I lost 
it, my still sore nuts totally erupting, unloading 
massive wads of hot, sticky semen deep into her sucking 
mouth. I still can't believe how hard I came. It was 
the most intense, knee buckling orgasm of my life. I 
felt like everything inside of me had melted to liquid 
and was being pulled out of my body through a tiny 
opening at the end of my cock in a series of violent, 
convulsive spasms. She swallowed it all though, never 
missing a beat, licking, slurping and milking me until 
I was so totally drained that I collapsed back onto my 
chair in a heap. 


I was so zoned out that I didn't even remember Angela 
walking away, but a sort time later she reappeared from 
the direction of the bedroom holding two fancy dual 
vibrator / dildo devices. She smiled down at me and 
said that she and Amanda were going to use it to 
satisfy themselves. I glanced at Amanda for a moment 
thinking she might be a bit put out, but she just 
grinned at me. Then she stuck out her pink tongue and 
ran it slowly around her mouth, wetting her full, pouty 
lips, which she then pursed together, blowing me a 
sweet kiss. 

At this point I suppose I should have been ready for 
anything, but my surprise must have shown because 
Angela bent over and slipped her arm around my 
shoulder. "I'm sorry, Tommy, and I hope you'll 
understand," she cooed, her voice dripping with faux-
sweetness. "But this is just between us girls. The two 
of us have just *got* to work off some tension. We 
might let you watch us some time, though...if you're 
nice," she giggled. The two of them walked hand in hand 
toward the bedroom, stopping once to turn and smile 
back at me. 

Well, the 'real' Angela was back, I thought; I could 
hear it in the catty, 'you're really beneath me' tone 
of her voice. It grated on me, to be honest, but there 
wasn't anything I could do. I couldn't feel entirely 
bad though; for me, part of her 'attitude' problem had 
been offset by the fact that I'd just used her 
sometimes bitchy mouth as a trash receptacle for a big 
wad of my ball scum. In some way, this helped even 
things up for me. 

It was only a few minutes before I began to hear the 
sound of vibrators buzzing, followed shortly thereafter 
by feminine, high pitched sighs and groans. My mind was 
whirling with images and, despite everything I'd been 
through, I felt my cock get hard in record time. I 
could almost picture Angela and my sister lying naked 
on the bed, side by side, their legs spread wide, doing 
god only knows what. My curiosity (and horniness) 
quickly got the better of me. I'd never had the 
opportunity to be an audio voyeur and I wasn't about to 
pass up this one, so I jumped off the chair and quietly 
took up a position outside the bedroom door. 

Inside, I could clearly hear Amanda's old bed 
straining, its creaking noises increasing in speed 
along with the girls' arousal level. Soon there were 
more blatant sounds of females in heat; panting, 
grunting, and loud shrieking, along with all manner of 
crude, foul language screamed so loudly that it could 
have been heard easily through the apartment's thin 
walls. It seemed everything that had happened tonight 
really turned them into animals. By this time I had my 
cock out and was pumping it slowly, trying to keep a 
steady rhythm with the sounds coming from the bedroom. 
That I'd already cum once that night made things a bit 
easier to control. I also tried to keep my breathing 
steady and quiet, because I knew Amanda's bed was 
fairly close to the door. 

They carried on for at least a half hour, their cries 
waxing and waning, and I didn't miss any of it. I was 
amazed by their sexual capacity and staying power, 
though I shouldn't have been. Eventually, they seemed 
to reach a crescendo, a female grand finale. I don't 
know if they planned it that way, but everything 
suddenly became more frantic, their squealing, their 
panting, the creaking of the bed, all of it punctuated 
by a seemingly endless string of, 'oh, gods,' 'oh, my 
gods,' and 'yes, yes, yeses.' I must have been more in 
time with them than I realized, because I lost it at 
almost the same moment, spraying another huge load of 
cum, most of which landed on the carpet in front of the 
bedroom door. A little bit of it made it as far as the 
bottom of the door itself. 

Suddenly, there was silence from the bedroom and I 
panicked, tip-toeing back to the couch (for comfort) as 
quickly and quietly as I could. I wanted desperately to 
clean up the mess I had made, but I wasn't sure when 
they might open the door, and I sure as hell didn't 
want to get caught. They might decide to use my nuts 
for a punching bag again. Worse still, maybe I'd let 
them! So, I decided to take my chances and stay on the 
couch. I thought I heard the sounds of the shower 
running and then dresser drawers opening and closing in 
the bedroom. When the girls finally reappeared, and it 
was damn fast, they had cleaned up, changed outfits yet 
again and were ready to go out for a drink. They seemed 
in a hurry and I was not invited. 

As the three of us stood talking near the apartment 
door, Angela looked at me with her little smirk. "I see 
you enjoyed listening to our little show tonight, 
Tommy. By the way, there's some paper towel in the 
kitchen." She didn't say anymore, but she didn't have 
to, I knew my little 'mess' had been discovered. Part 
of me felt stupid, like a naughty little school boy 
caught doing something he shouldn't. The other part 
wanted to grab her by the hair, force her face into the 
carpet and tell her to clean it up with her tongue. She 
certainly knew how. 

Then, without warning, she reached between my legs and 
placed her small hand on my crotch and rubbed it 
lightly. "I really want to thank you, Tommy" she said, 
smilingly like she actually meant it. I looked at her 
but said nothing. As always, there was something in her 
voice I didn't quite ring true. "For, oh, I don't know, 
let's say for helping me work off some of my....my," 
she paused for a moment. "Anger and hostility."

As she said those last two words she tightened her hand 
on my crotch and squeezed lightly. I winced, more as a 
reflex action than from any pain, but almost 
immediately afterward something totally unexpected 
happened. I started to feel a tingle and a strong rush 
of warmth in the area where her hand had been. I could 
hardly believe it, but there was no denying the 
familiar sensation. I could feel my cock becoming erect 
again, although more slowly this time. Luckily, the 
girls had turned away and were headed out the door. 

Or at least Amanda was. I was just starting to close 
the door when Angela slipped back in. She walked up to 
me, reached up and gently pulled my head down until her 
mouth was just touching my ear. 

"Tommy, honey,' she breathed. "You really need to go 
back and check the bedroom. It got really raunchy in 
there, even for us, and we juiced so much that we left 
two big wet spots on the sheet, one next to the other." 
I could feel the tip of her tongue lightly caress my 
ear. "If you hurry, they might still be a little warm. 
Amanda made the one nearest the door, by the way. It's 
a little bigger than mine." She pulled her head back so 
she was looking at me. "That's just in case you want to 
find out what your sweet little sister's pussy smells 
and tastes like." Then she kissed me on the cheek and 
was out the door and gone. 

No sooner had they left than I locked the door behind 
them and walked straight into the bedroom, the scene of 
all the nasty action. The room was a little stuffy and 
damp (from the shower that was attached to the 
bedroom), and the musky scent of aroused female still 
hung heavily in the air. Despite the sense that I had 
Angela's permission, and by extension Amanda's, to be 
in here, I still felt like a world class pervert, like 
my presence was somehow violating a sacrosanct chamber, 
a female holy of holies. 

I had been in her bedroom on occasion before, but 
Amanda was always around, so this time, in these 
circumstances, the whole thing made me strange and 
uneasy. But it didn't stop me. And Angela hadn't lied 
either. I found everything was exactly the way she had 
said it would be - right down to all the smells and 
tastes. Less than five minutes later I had my third, 
massive nut busting orgasm of the night This time I 
made it to the bathroom, however. As penance for my 
imagined trespass, I cleaned up the mess I'd left on 
the carpet and door. 

When Amanda returned late that night (actually early 
the next morning), we talked for awhile. She told me 
that Angela wanted badly to have another ball bashing 
session. She hastened to add that it wouldn't be till 
next month, presumably to give me some time to heal, 
though she didn't say so. Although I was very much up 
for it, I quickly realized that I might have some 
leverage in this situation, so I told her I wasn't at 
all sure and would have to think about it. After all, I 
reminded her, I'd been hurt pretty badly.

Amanda rested her hand gently on mine and said she 
sympathized with me, that the pain must have been 
awful. I decided to keep quiet and see if she might up 
the ante. Amanda looked past me, her eyes focused on 
the far wall of the kitchen. Then she said that, if 
there were a next time, she and Angela might be willing 
to let me watch them use their sex toys. As in up close 
and personal. I decided I was enjoying this bargaining 
by silence. When I made no response, she played her 
trump card. She tightened her hold on my hand and when 
she looked back at me her eyes seemed to be shining 
again. 

"And Tommy, when we get really, really turned on, you 
know, all worked up like we were tonight, *anything* is 
liable to happen," she said, her voice low and steady. 
Now she smiled, showing perfect white teeth. "Oh, and 
one other thing. Angela said it would be, like, really 
hot to watch you jack off for us." 

It was a done deal for me, but I was very careful not 
to let on. Again I was noncommittal, telling her I'd 
have to think about it, but even as I said it I could 
feel myself getting another rock hard erection, along 
with an overpowering need to empty the contents of my 
nuts yet again. I asked Amanda if I could use her 
bathroom. That's all for now. 

Thanks 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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