Lowblowtober 9: Mid-Sex

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Lucas looked down at the sight before him and tried not to moan appreciatively. Andrea was on her knees, legs spread apart, her pussy lips peeking out between her tattooed buttcheeks. She looked back at him, daringly, impatiently, lovingly, bitchily.

“Well? What are you waiting for, loser?” His cock throbbed in front of him, fifteen thick solid inches of manmeat twitching proudly over the ballsack pulled taut beneath by his solitary dangling gonad. Nearly the size of a grapefruit, the thing had swelled even larger somehow since Andrea had painfully, lovingly, consensually, cruelly destroyed its brother. He shuddered with anticipation as he pushed forward, the tip of his cock kissing the cold metal stud in her clit before sliding up and between her glistening lips.

“I love you, Andrea.”

“Yeah, I know. Now stop teasing me and fuck me, Lucas.”

He obeyed, thrusting in. They both gasped. Andrea’s pussy was as warm, wet and tight as always. Sliding his cock into her felt like going home, like two pieces fitting perfectly together, like magic, like love. Like sex. Goddess above, he was lucky.

“Thaaat’s my good little bitch.” She leaned forward, pressing her prodigious chest flat against the bed beneath. Her ass rose up behind her, and Lucas stared down adoringly, putting his hands on each of the firm, round boulders before him.

“Deep, Lucas. Nice and slow and as deep as you can get. You know I can take your whole cock.” He pressed as hard as he possibly could, thrusting deep inside his girlfriend. Against her will, he could see Andrea’s bitchy sneer melt into her cock-hungry wolfish grin. He slammed into her, his ball swinging forward into her clit.

“Oh God…I can feel your one nut, Lucas.” Her hand wormed between their groins and grabbed his half-empty ballsack. He gasped at the sudden pressure.

“Now fuck me hard, Lucas. As hard as you can.” He tried to pull out, but her grip was tight, and his scrotum stretched painfully beneath them.

“Pull back more, bitch.”

“I can’t. You’re holding my nut too tight.”

“Bullshit.” Her thumb started digging threateningly into his epididymis. “Pull back, now.”

He braced himself for the pain, then pulled back as far as he could. His eyes watered as his scrotum stretched beneath her grip.

Then he thrust forward, his cockhead kissing her cervix. She didn’t stop squeezing, but at least the tightness in his sack was gone.

“Again, Lucas. And faster. I know you know how to fuck me.”

“You’re squeezing it so hard…”

“We both know your ball can take it.”

“You popped the other one…”

“That was special, babe. Come on.” She dropped the domme voice for a second. “I know it hurts, but I really need this. It’s been a long week.”

He took a deep breath, and pulled back, suppressing the squeak of pain he let out. Then he thrust forward. And pulled out, his nut cords stretching to their limits as she squeezed him tight. And back in, sweet ecstasy even as she tightened her grip. And out, and in, each thrust more painful than the last as she mauled his only babymaker mercilessly. Andrea’s squeaks got louder and louder as he pounded her hungry cunt and she neared her edge. She started to lose control of herself, as usual, and he braced himself for the mindless burst of pressure that was coming.

Then she climaxed, suddenly but not surprisingly, crying out, driving both thumbs incredibly hard directly into the sensitive backside of his only sex organ. Lucas grunted, tears flowing freely as she rubbed her thumbs in and around the important testicular plumbing that kept his only chance for kids alive. Then, with a cry of a different timbre, he finally let go, exploding into her, bucking and thrusting as he released his massive load. He filled her deeply and then some, semen overflowing her lips, her hand still digging and twisting as she tried to extract every drop of cum from him.

Finally he rolled over, his ball burning from whatever new damage Andrea had just given him. She stood up on the bed, walking over until she was standing above him. Lucas looked up, still holding his bruised gonad, and stared at the beautiful pussy lips and legs above him. Cum from his absurdly large climax dripped out of her pussy, sheeting down her legs.

Then she knelt down and shoved him between her lips. She ground her cum-filled cunt onto his face, seeming to enjoy the vibrations from his desperate, muffled protests.

“Oh, quiet. It’s the same thing I have to taste when I give you a blowjob. Just clean your Goddess good now, Lucas. In fact, speaking of a blowjob…”

Despite his complaints, Lucas was working away diligently to lap up every drop of the massive load he’d deposited inside her, and with each gulp of his own cum, his cock seemed to twitch a little more, until it was back to a full throbbing erection. Andrea leaned over and engulfed his hard-on, unhinging her jaw as was necessary to get the massive slab of manmeat even halfway into her cheeks. Choking for breath, she leaned lower and lower, until her nose almost kissed his giant, sweaty ball. She came back up for air, gagging. His tongue had sped up encouragingly. Wriggling upon his face, enjoying herself as he began to work her cunt in earnest to reach her next orgasm, she laced her fingers together and brought her double fist high above her head, aiming for his gonad.

Then she slammed it down with all of her force, his babymaker flattening beneath the force. Lucas’s muffled protests became a panicked squeal, and she bit her lip as his frantic squirming brought her near the edge. His cock had softened a touch from the pain, so she leaned forward and swallowed it again, working his cockhead over until he was throbbing and desperate. Then she let go and hammered her fists back into his solitary testicle.

“I can do this all day, bitch. Lick faster.” Her double fist thumped into his single testicle, then she swallowed his cock again.

“Mmmmmggmmmm, mmmvuuurtt ssbbbb dddnbb.”

She slid off for air again.

“Aw, I know it hurts. But you like it, don’t you?”

“Mmmmffff…”

“Yeah, I know. I can tell. You’re leaking precum, loser. As usual. Do you think you’re getting close?”

“Mmmmm…mmmm…MMMMMMMMMMFMFFFF!”

“You sure?” Another nut-crunching whump. She slid down before he could respond.

“All right. You can cum in my mouth, boy. You deserve it.” And sliding down one last time, Andrea raised her hands together extra hard and slammed them down onto his nut, flattening it as much as she could. Lucas cried out beneath her, bucking forward, and white-hot cum slammed into the back of her throat. She gagged and choked, keeping her hands pressed down onto the squirming, bruised testicle as it twitched and quivered beneath.

She could practically feel the medically anomalous organ squeezing every remaining drop out, blasting stripe after stripe of semen down her throat. She performed admirably, swallowing what must’ve been a pint of her lover’s baby batter, but even she had to admit defeat halfway through. Popping off of his cock, choking and gagging, Andrea pumped away at the massive thing with one hand, doing her best to avoid ruining his second orgasm. Of course, her hand couldn’t fit all the way around the enormous cock before her, so she had to make do using it to polish his sensitive head mercilessly. If she’d been willing to use two hands, he might’ve enjoyed it more…but Andrea’s other hand was busy attacking his testicle again, her thumb digging through the divots and cracks in the much-abused organ, as she did her damnedest to lower his sperm count. A futile effort, she well knew, as Lucas’s incredible testicle would heal up any damage she did, but it was fun to feel the crack and crunch of the extremely sensitive, precious organ. Lucas wailed and simpered beneath her, his pulses of cum fading after a few minutes of inhumanly large blasts and excruciating nut torture.

“Jesus.”

“Mmmmmggg…mmmmff ooo.”

She stood up, squatting over him. He’d eaten gallons of his own cum, but clearly hadn’t finished cleaning her. Strands of his own cum still coated her thighs and his own face, even as the overflow from his second orgasm streamed down her chin and tits. She smiled stickily at him.

“I love you too, my one-nutted nerd.”

“Thank you, Andrea…God, that hurt. And my mouth still tastes like…blegh.”

“Yeah, it doesn’t taste the best.” She winced as she swallowed her own mouthful of his cum, then flopped off of him, her boobs slapping together wetly. Leaning over her bedside table, she rolled her usual post-coital joint, lit up and inhaled deeply.

“So…Wanna get Taco Bell or something?”

Lucas just rolled over onto her and buried his face in her chest. His hands were between his legs, holding his bruised ball. Andrea kissed him on the forehead and hugged him tighter against her cum-soaked tits.