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   Proposed by Rachael
   Getting married is a big thing, everybody knows that.  But maybe it
wasn't as big a thing for me as it might have been.  No, that isn't quite
right is it?  I should say the honeymoon wasn't what most newlyweds would
expect.
   Jeremy is a wonderful man, I even love him.  But I didn't at first. 
He's handsome enough, tall with dark hair and eyes and he's smart and hard
working.  He certainly worked hard enough at getting me to the alter!  For
the last 2 years he's been dating me on and off, being so much more serious
than I was ever ready for.
   I know he wanted sex.  Right from the first, I mean that's what everyone
wants right?  But not me, not like the way he thought of it.  I admit I
teased him with it.  I'm 5'4"; 102lbs soaking wet and I know that even with
my small 32aA boobs and boyish 32-20-30 body most guys find me pretty
attractive.  I used to (and still do) like to wear a brownie uniform, I'm
not kidding!  Little short brown skirt, tight blouse with those cute little
patches sewn on.  Even the knee high white socks.  I bought it at a used
clothing store and I love it.  Or more precisely I love the way I look in
it.
   I was wearing that last July 4th when the inevitable finally happened.
We were sitting downstairs, in the dimly lit family room and my hand was
wrapped around his throbbing cock.  His tongue was in my mouth and I was
sucking it gently, teasing him with my own as I slowly stroked his swollen
shaft.  I could feel his hands roaming across my body, finding my swollen
nipples and pinching them hard, making me moan softly into his mouth.
   Jeremy's other hand was sliding between my warm smooth thighs, spreading
my legs so he could find my steamy sex through the thin material of my
panties.  I pressed my thumb to the tip of Jeremy's penis and felt the
slick moisture there, leaking out and spreading across his bulbous
cockhead. I moved my hand lower, along the shaft until I could feel his
lightly fur covered balls.
   Now you have to know I have a thing for balls.  Testicles are beautiful
and a lot of people don't understand how I can say that and still have this
overpowering desire to bust them.  It isn't a hatred of men or their
bodies, quite the opposite.  I think men are sexy and when they're
vulnerable, when they offer their precious jewels to me it is
unbelievably...Romantic?  That isn't maybe the best word, but it's the one
that comes to mind.  But right then, that night, the only thing that was
coming to mind as I cupped his balls in my hand and squeezed gently,
caressing them with my fist, was that I wanted to bust this man.
   Looking back I have to wonder who bargained with who.  I know I'm taking
the long way to get where I'm going with this, but I hope you don't mind.
Jeremy broke our kiss and looked into my brown eyes.
   "I love you, Lisa.  I want to marry you." He kissed me again and looked
into my flushed face for a response as he said, "Will you marry me?"
   I wasn't too surprised that he asked me, but I guess the timing kind of
threw me for a moment.  How many bad decisions had been made in the heat of
passion?  Thousands and I was determined not to make another one.  But
instead of saying a simple no, or even a more politic I'll think about it,
I found myself saying something totally different.
   "I'll marry you Jeremy, if you can give me what I want most in the world
right now." I could see his eyes open slightly and his lips started to move
but I cut him off.  "Give me your balls, Jeremy, let me have your balls and
I'll do it." With that I gave his scrotum a hard squeeze, smashing his
testes together in my fist so that he'd know exactly what I meant. 
Jeremy's eyes opened wide and he sucked a sharp breath of air and nodded
his head.
   "You've got to say it Jeremy, you have to tell me." I squeezed his balls
tighter, perhaps wanting to hurt him bad enough so that he'd change his
mind.  Or maybe it was a little test, if he couldn't take this little bit
of foreplay he'd never be able to please me the way I needed him to.  I
yanked his balls hard, stretching the silky soft skin and compressing his
sperm filled balls painfully.
   Jeremy was holding his breath and I could sense his body tensing,
becoming rigid as he stared into my eyes.  "Please, Lisa...I..." He was
gasping a little, wriggling next to me and I thought for sure he was going
to say no.  I was ready for him to get up and leave me there, both of us
disappointed.  But he didn't.  "I want you to...Ohhhh.." I squeezed him as
hard as I could and Jeremy's eyes shut tightly as he forced the words out.
"I want you to have...my...balls...Ohhhh!!"
   I relaxed my grip slightly and a tiny smile of relief pulled at the
corners of Jeremy's mouth.  My mind was working overtime now; he would be a
good husband I realized.  I know this will sound kind of cold, kind of
calculating, but I have to tell the truth.  And that was what I told him. I
wanted him to know that our relationship as man and wife would not be based
on sex.  It would be based solely on his love for me, on his desire to
please me and be dominated by me.  I wasn't going to end up as his personal
sperm bank, bear his children and suffer through the boredom of a
matrimonial sex life the way I'd seen so many of my friends end up.
   I looked into his face and told Jeremy that his cock would never be
inside my womb.  That I would have sex whenever and with whomever I wanted,
but it would not be with him.  I would let him please me with his mouth,
with his hands, with his balls and cock, but not through intercourse.  He'd
have to agree to this and he had to agree now, while I cruelly massaged his
balls between my fingers.  He had to prove it to me by giving me his balls
and letting me do to him whatever I wanted.  It's a testament to his love
for me that he agreed so quickly.
   I decided to reward him a little first, even though I was dying to bust
him, he deserved a little something.  I slipped off the couch, onto my
knees and took his now semi-hard penis in my wet hot mouth.  I swirled my
tongue around the head, tasting the little bit of precum there and pushing
the tip into his pee-hole while I stroked his balls - My balls, I should
say!  I felt his fingers find my long brown hair and he urged me onto his
cock, sucking deeper with each slow bob of my head.  My lips were wrapped
tightly around his shaft as it swelled, growing longer and fatter until the
head was nudging the back of my mouth, searching for a way into my waiting
throat.  I gave it to him, working my mouth further down the shaft and
relaxing my muscles so that Jeremy's cockhead suddenly slipped into the
soft confines and I found my nose buried in the musky nest of his pubic
hair.
   I deep throated him for a few minutes, enjoying this little trick every
bit as much as he did.  When I pulled my mouth off his cock he moaned with
frustration, I could feel his cock twitching with anticipation, desperate
to spew his semen into my mouth and tummy.  But I wanted to feel his sweet
balls in my mouth, I wanted them rolling across my tongue when he finally
ejaculated so I told him to jack off, to make himself cum for me while I
moved my lips to his heavy sac.
   I took his balls in my mouth, one at a time and sucked them, licking
them while Jeremy slowly pumped his cock with his hand, watching me as I
worshipped his balls.  I nibbled them gently, digging my fingernails into
his thighs while I bathed his testes with my wet pink tongue.  I could see
his eyes staring at me around his thick cock and he pushed it against my
face, pressing the hard hot shaft against the side of my nose, across my
eye and leaving a wet spot on my forehead.  I kept working Jeremy's balls,
finally taking them both into my mouth so that I was filled with his balls.
He stroked his cock furiously as I suckled him until I could sense the
muscles tightening, pulling at his scrotum.  He moaned loudly as his cock
erupted with a half-dozen quick short spurts, spewing his sticky sperm out
and into my hair and face.  I had his balls still in my mouth and I caught
one between my teeth, clamping down on it as he jerked his hot cum all over
my face.  Jeremy gasped as the jolt of pain spasmed through him and I had
to resist the sudden urge to bite into him as hard as I could.  I contented
myself with gently chewing his balls while he coaxed all the jism out of
his penis that he could.
   When Jeremy had finished he wiped his still hard cock back and forth
across my sperm covered face.  Jeremy slapped his cock wetly against my
cheeks and I smiled at him as I pulled my mouth from his glistening balls,
licking my lips and wiping at the spit that had dribbled onto my chin and
down my neck.  I crawled up his body as Jeremy sat lazily back and brought
my face to his.  I told him to kiss me, to clean up his mess.  I could feel
the gobs of his sperm covering me, cooling slowly as Jeremy tentatively
kissed me on the lips and finally moved his mouth to my cheeks, eyes and
forehead.  He lapped up his spent semen, pulling back at first but quickly
getting used to this new experience.  I reached down while he cleaned me,
rubbing my aching clit through my soaked panties.  I told him to show me
before he swallowed and obediently Jeremy would hold out his tongue,
covered with his sperm that he'd licked from my face before he swallowed
it.
   I was almost going to cum, just from my fingers and feeling/watching him
as Jeremy ate his own semen for me.  But I didn't want to yet; I still had
one more thing to do before I would give myself release.  I kissed him,
sucking his tongue into my mouth before telling him what a good boy he was.
Then I stood up and pulled him to his feet.  He's nearly a foot taller than
me and outweighs me by 80 pounds, but we both knew who was in charge.  I
told him to undress while I retrieved my heels and slipped them on my feet.
I was going to kick him as hard as I could, with my shoes on just so he
would never forget.  I hitched the strap around my ankles while I watched
Jeremy slip his pants completely off.  While he pulled his shirt over his
head I stepped out of my panties.  They were drenched with my sweat and sex
juices and I held them to my face, smelling the strong musk of my
excitement. 
   I walked over to Jeremy and took his hard cock in my hand, wrapping my
panty around it and slid it slowly back and forth.  I kissed him, pulling
his lips down to mine.  After a moment I pulled away and brought my panties
to his mouth, telling Jeremy to open wide so I could stuff them into his
mouth.  He looked at me for a second and I could see he was feeling
reluctant, a little afraid, but I knew he would be brave.  His hardness was
telling me how much he wanted me to do this for him.  I pushed my wet
panties into his mouth and stepped back.  Right then I was wishing I had a
leg spreader with me, even the strongest most resolved men can weaken at
the last possible moment and so I decided to do it a little differently.
   I put Jeremy on his hands and knees, spreading his legs wide so that his
heavy balls were hanging down beautifully.  His cock was still erect and I
hoped he could keep it that way for the next few moments.  Honestly I
didn't really care if he suddenly went soft or not, I would have a clear
shot at his magnificent balls either way, but it would probably be a little
easier for him with his penis out of the way, at least a little.  I bent
down behind him as he looked over his shoulder at me and I pulled his balls
straight back, stretching them hard and forcing him to arch his back and
straighten a little more.  I told him to lay down on his forearms, put his
face on the carpet.  He wouldn't be able to see me directly, even though
he'd probably be able to sense at the last possible second when it was
coming.
   I looked down at him, stepping back far enough that I would get one long
step in before I brought my right foot up and into his balls from behind.
I've busted guys when they were standing, kneeling, and like this, on their
hands and knees, and I personally think this is the best way to do it
without a spreader.  It's also the most painful, guys that have been done
different ways almost always say this is the worst, or best, depending on
how you look at it.  But it takes more control too, a girl can't just take
a wild kick or she might really hit something or someplace where she
doesn't want to.  From this angle you have to catch the balls basically on
the top of the foot and drive them almost straight up to find the pelvic
bone.  Or, if you're really good, catch them with the point of the toe. 
I'm pretty confident and thinking about driving my black leather toe into
his balls and into his pelvis was getting me wetter by the second.
   My nipples felt like they were on fire, itching uncontrollably against
the thin material of my little brownie shirt.  I pulled my hair into a
ponytail, twisting it and biting it between my teeth just to make sure it
wouldn't distract me.  This was my fiancé after all, my future husband!  I
wanted it to be perfect for his first time.  Did I tell you what a great
ass he has?  I stood there; looking at him and I wish I'd taken a picture.
He has the smoothest round butt of any guy I've been with and if anything
was distracting me from his balls it was that.  I confess I almost relented
at the last minute.  I could still taste the sweaty saltiness of his balls
in my mouth and a part of me really wanted to get down behind him and take
them once more between my lips.  To work my tongue around them, down to the
base and back to his tight rosebud anus.  I love men, every part of them
and so you can imagine how hard it was for me to ignore the wetness running
down my thighs.  My aching nipples, my eyes drawn to his hard smooth thighs
and deep round ass.
   I took an easy, quick left step and brought my right foot up in a
dangerous arc, biting into the ponytail between my teeth as I grunted with
the effort of catching his balls with my toe.  I kicked him as hard as I
could, as hard as I'd ever kicked anyone in my life and in a split second
I'd smashed his ball sac into the hard pelvic bone at the base of his
straining cock.  Jeremy's whole body jerked, seemed to come off the floor
for a second as the angry black point of my shoe slammed into him, knocking
him senseless as thousands of nerves screamed out in shock and pain.  He
screamed, muffled and short into my panties and then collapsed, falling
flat on his belly before rolling, curling, trying to protect his vital
jewels.  But it was too late.
   I spit my hair out and took a couple breaths, my body shaking as I
watched, then I got down next to him.  I pulled Jeremy over, onto his back
and sat on his face, grinding my wet pussy against his mouth.  He couldn't
do anything, he was gasping for air, trying to breath through his nose and
at the same time trying not to inhale my stained panties still stuffed deep
in his mouth.  I didn't care, I was beyond caring, I had to orgasm, and I
had to feel his face on my cunt, his nose pressed against my clitty as I
rode him.  I pulled his hands away from his cock and balls, jamming my ass
down, rolling my hips to press myself against his face.  I could see his
cock had gone limp, his balls looked red but not swollen yet, not like they
would be soon I knew.  I grabbed his balls in my hand, yanking them and
pushing his feeble protesting hands away as I bounced on Jeremy's face.  I
was so close now!  I pulled his balls hard, squeezing them in time with the
sudden contractions of my vagina as I started cumming.  My orgasm roared
through me, killing me beautifully as I spilled my wetness across Jeremy's
muffled moans.
   I kept on him, pulling and squeezing and occasionally pounding my fists
into Jeremy's balls while I had two more orgasms on his unresponsive face.
When I finally got off of him I was drained, exhausted but thoroughly
pleased.  His balls were a rich, dark color, reddish-purple and his sac was
so tight if I touched it my fingers would leave lingering white spots.  His
thighs too were starting to swell slightly.  I was very pleased.  I pulled
my panties out of his mouth and let him lay there.  Jeremy didn't try to
cover himself; he was so tired as well.  He had tears in his eyes and his
face was covered with my love juices.  I told him I loved him and was so
happy when he whispered that he loved me too.
   That's enough for now.  I never did get around to telling you about our
honeymoon did I?  Next time I will.
   end
  
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