Jessica Doesn’t Like Cheaters

I’d been dating her for about a year now; Jessica was the most beautiful girl that had ever conceded to liking me in any fashion. When I say beautiful I’m not talking about the type of girl that gets catcalls and hollers from the passing gaudy men that surround attractive women on a daily basis, she was beautiful in a much more centralized sense.

To describe her physically, one would remark her face first and foremost; piercing green eyes shaped not so much with an angry expression as a dangerous one, cheeks thin but not gaunt, and her full lips always marked with a thin layer of lipstick that added just the right colour that begged you to kiss them. Subtlety was her strong suite and there was an undefinable sexiness about that. Her body on the other hand was far from subtle, from the top down she was drop dead gorgeous. The first thing everyone noticed was her breasts, her perfect supple breasts. They were large, firm and always visible thanks to her careful wardrobe choices. Shifting eyes downward in a natural fashion she was slender, not skinny, with a stomach that was toned through years of looking after it. While not rippling with muscle there was a noticeable firmness to her midriff as it slid down into her smooth crotch. Her ass was round and soft, but not flabby and extending from them were the longest, sexiest legs you had ever seen.

Jessica was a veritable sex god and as I lay on the floor, clutching my testicles, writhing in pain I could only think of how stupid it was for me to cheat on her. You see, when we were intimate Jess was always the dominant one, she decided when and where if any at all, which is in fact the true nature of women. Without women deciding if we were worthy of a fuck the whole species population would have overflown at the lust of men.

Jessica always thought it was her place to set the sexual schedule, befitting her needs and ignoring mine entirely. I either learned to want it when she did or suffered the consequences. Sometimes I would go a week with nothing but the mid day jerk off to keep me satisfied, which would be fine enough if I did not constantly have her sexy image running through my mind. As a rule she would never go down on me, she’d expect me to lick her pussy, but the thought of sticking my dick in her mouth was absurd; it did not benefit her and thus she’d have no part. I’d expressed longing for a blowjob for a while, but every time she quickly shut me up. If I pressed harder she would grab hold of my testicles, not squeezing, but the threat was enough to deter further provocation.

It was getting to the point in the relationship where I was getting tired and although I wanted to be with her the sexual frustration would be unbearable. She had recently begun dismounting my cock after she orgasmed, even if I hadn’t, leaving me alone with my plastic wrapped boner and nothing but the natural lube from her pussy and my hand to finish the job. I wanted to fuck, I wanted to cum, and I wanted to stick it in someone’s mouth. I was at the apex of frustration, struggling in a relationship where my sexual needs were ignored and it lead me to Amy.

Amy was the receptionist at my office, she’s pretty good looking, but nothing compared to Jessica. She liked me well enough and one day after work I decided to ask her out for a beer. She agreed and it wasn’t too long before we were back at her place and she was sucking on my cock. Her mouth moving up and down the shaft of my penis while her hands massaged my balls felt wonderful. It wasn’t long before I started to climax and felt it rush over me. I came, all over her. It was the biggest load I had ever shot and it went all over her face. It was glorious.

The next day at work I told her it was fun and all, but I didn’t want an office relationship. She replied by saying I was shit in bed and didn’t want me prematurely ejaculating on her carpet again anyway. I went through the day and we barely looked at each other. By the time we were all ready to go home I started noticing some pretty odd glances from my co-workers around the office. I shrugged it off as nothing and just headed home.

When I arrived Jessica was in the kitchen, boiling some pasta for dinner. I called to her from the doorway and it was moments before I heard her high heels clicking across the wooden floor to greet me. She asked me about work, we shared in some idle chitchat and things were pretty normal. Dinner was served and we ate, nothing out of the ordinary yet.

“I’ve been thinking”, she said “I have been very unfair to you lately.”

“How do you mean?”, I responded.

“Well, when I ask you to go down on me you do it.”

“Right.”, was this really happening?

“And I have always refused to return the favour”

“Uh-huh.”, I couldn’t believe it.

“So I was thinking that’s not right and I’ve been feeling bad about it so tonight things are going to be a bit different.”

“What do you mean?”, I had to play it cool, but YES!

“I’m going to give you a blowjob.”

Almost instantly my dick sprung up and made the all too familiar tent shape in my pants. As she walked over to my chair and knelt down I began feeling waves of pleasure before she even undid my pants. As she slid down the zipper and pulled them down to my ankles my dick reached to the biggest it’s ever been. I was finally going to mouthfuck my girlfriend.

Her lips slid over the head of my cock and the warm wetness of her mouth sliding up and down my dick felt extraordinary. Amy was good, but Jessica was unbelievable. Her tongue played around the head and licked the shaft as it slid in and out of her mouth. Her hands reached up and started moving my balls around, increasing the sensation as I began pulling her head in and out with my hands. I was coming to climax and then it hit me.

That dull ache, the one so familiar to all boys and men. The pain only they can feel and women can only enjoy. That dull ache that slowly turns into a mind reeling sharp pain. I feel it as Jessica pulls my dick out of her mouth and begins squeezing my balls like she’s a trash compactor. I try pulling her hands away but she only squeezes tighter and I loose all my strength. I am at her mercy and there is nothing I can do to stop her as she decimates my balls. I begin to curl and cover the area with my hands to no avail, she’s got me by he balls and she is not letting go. I begin wheezing and convulsing as I feel her thumb imprinting itself in the side of my ball. I fall out of my chair and kick away to escape, but her tight grip only pulls on them. I begin to loose consciousness as her tendons become visible from squeezing so hard. I feel one begin to give and I black out.

It was her stare that was scariest of all. That sick satisfaction she got from my pain a she squeezed my balls. When I awoke that sick smiling face was still sickly smiling at me. I was on the couch, laying on my back and Jessica was straddling me, pinning my arms to the side with her legs. My balls were in a world of hurt and I was barely able to scrabble out a few unintelligible words, “fuck…bitch…”

“That’s right asshole. You fucked a bitch, and now you pay the price.”

“…crazy…”

“You know why you are so pathetic? It’s not your lack of self control, I understand that. You are a man and you feel a desire to fuck as many women as possible, it’s natural, I get it. The thing that really makes me sick is how weak you are, always begging and pleading. If you wanted something you should have just demanded it. True, I probably wouldn’t have given it to you, but it would lead to a world less of pain than getting the secretary to deep throat you.”, and on that final word she slapped my balls, pain recoursed through my abdomen.

“…how..”

“How indeed, remind me to thank Amy for the email she sent everyone listing how bad in bed you are.”, she grabbed my balls again, painful but at least they were still there. “You know something right? There is a reason god gave men testicles. Because they are too stupid to keep their dick in their pants and women are meant to show them what happens when you don’t.” Another horrendous squeeze ensued.

I couldn’t let it happen again, my balls were already damaged for good, I couldn’t let her bust them. With all my strength I pushed up and tossed Jessica off of me. She landed on the ground spread eagled and I stood up with all my might kicked her square in the crotch as hard as I possibly could.

“You idiot.”, she laughed “I don’t have any balls, you’re the one that’s got to worry about getting kicked!” My legs were still open from kicking her and her shoe quickly flew up into my balls before I had a chance to react. I landed on my knees and she stood, towering over me. Her legs were spread, up her skirt I could see her panties covering her smooth, ball-less groin from my angle. “Jealousy? Do I see jealousy in those eyes? I know what you are looking at, hell I would too if I was a stupid man. However, I am not.”

Jessica unzipped the back and slid off her skirt slowly revealing nothing but her smooth pussy, covered barely by a lacey white thong. “Women don’t have balls, for them a kick to the groin hurts about as much as a punch to the shoulder. It’s understandable you wish you could feel like that. I mean, look how stupid you look, clutching those little balls in your pants, the ones that cause you so much pain.”, she walked over to me and pressed her cunt into my face. “Here”, she said grabbing my hand and bringing it up to her groin “Go ahead and feel it, the superior sex.” I brought my other hand up and felt the smoothness, the lack of balls, the envy. “If I were a man I’d be terrified right now, hands so close to my genitals, they could hurt me in a moment. But you can’t, I’m a woman, you’re the man!”

And with that I felt it again, her high heel flew straight into my unprotected groin and I fell backwards in agony. Her foot followed suit and she pressed her toe down on my balls. “I hope you ethat blowjob was worth it, because it’s the last you’ll ever enjoy.” Her other foot came up off the ground and she pressed all her weight on my testicles. It was a split second and they ruptured, I blacked out and never saw Jessica again.