Supernova Girlies - Part 4 - A fruitless matrimony, a man's regret, and a ripe idea blossoming

[Erica Noelle Wang]

Prologue

Part 1 - The Transgression

Part 2 - Smut Night

Part 3 - Too little, never too late

Present day

No wave can put out the fire in my loins.

Amanda shifted sluggishly, slowly awakening to Sam, asleep beside her, touching her in his slumber.

She smiled lovingly at the fully naked man asleep beside her. What timing, she thought, reaching over to him, gently rousing him from his rest, tugging on his virile member delicately, sweeping her hand down in a swift motion and sliding it back up his sensitive rod. It was almost as if his body knew when she was in heat. He awoke strongly, a deep inhale cutting through her thumping heartbeat as his eyes slowly lit up, absorbing her lustful gaze in the darkness of their own bedroom.

A warm hand touched her on the belly, moving upwards and cupping one of her perfectly round breasts as another grabbed the ovulating woman by the hip, pulling her over as she kissed him deeply. He always made her feel like her ovaries were going to explode when he would grab her so strongly, so securely. She breathed in deeply, the smells of their breaths heavy from sleep filling her as she licked his teeth, sliding a leg in between his and rubbing her groin on his thigh. She lifted her knee lightly, pressing it against his warm, hairy sac and quickly shocking him out of his drowsiness, as she continued her stroking motion on his now fully erected love organ. She slowly slid her hand down lower as she always did, enjoying his breathless expressions and tenseness in his chiseled body, before a firm grip stopped her hand in it's tracks.

If there was one thing she missed since "the incident", it was ball-play. But he was too afraid to let himself feel anything there again.

Pouting, she pushes him onto his back, straddling him as she rubbed her bare waxed pussy on his thick, sensitive, pulsating manhood, it's gentle upward curvature glided over by her wet lips in expert, deliberate strokes. She wanted him to feel every bump of her warm cunt, as he grabbed her curvy hips once she begin sliding herself onto his love organ, watching him inhale lightly once all of him was within her. She grabbed a hand of his off her hip, placing it on a breast, as his intense glower melted into a softer look with each stroke she gave him. She started riding him, her large breasts bouncing in his face as she moaned out loudly. She felt the full length in the warmth of his thick cock filling every inch of her warm, fertile womanhood, scratching an itch deep inside her guts nothing else could compare. With each stroke of her tight, ribbed vagina perfectly milking the seed out from his ripe gonad through his member into a mind-blowing orgasm, she increased her pace with every gasp he took, moaning loudly as his fingers dug into her flesh. She grabbed his broad shoulders, each moan and thrust brought him closer to the edge, squeezing her eyes shut in ecstasy as she kissed him passionately, feeling his tongue explore the insides of her mouth as his penis tightened and pulsed inside her, ejaculating spurt after spurt of his love juice into her.

At this point of time in their marriage, Amanda was not even having a care about having an orgasm, as long as his seed would be planted inside her. But his endowment fit her so fully, so tightly and perfectly that even mindless thrusting like this was enough to bring her to paradise.

She grabbed his hand, squeezing tightly as she felt a warmness surge over her, moaning uncontrollably as she tightened around him. She imagined his testicles before the incident, and how sensitive and plump they were as she came, each contraction squeezing another spurt of watery gravy from his sac into her body, as her wide hips bucked on him. She continues bouncing on his cock, each thrust driving her further into mindless ecstasy as she thought about the first time she had given him a blowjob. Discovering how sweetly sensitive his testes were as she reached to play with his hairy sac, stroking and tugging on them oh so lightly. Rubbing the two large, soft, oval shaped egg like organs as she would pleasure him with her tongue or hand, and how he would quickly arrive to orgasm and cum uncontrollably whenever she would do that. The rich taste of his thick spermatic fluid filling her mouth, and his DNA spraying all down her throat. Or on her face, or tits. 

Their sexual discharges mixed together, flowing out of her and over his hips.

But what was the point anyway?

She slid off him, lying on her back as her sweat seeped into the sheets, completely spent. He grabs her again, holding her tightly against his body as he kissed her, in between heavy pants. She reached a hand down feeling her own pussy, noting how watery his ejaculate flowing out of her had become.

My flowers are all in bloom, a single shot from his formerly thick seed would have impregnated me immediately.

You can't blame him for it, that was a life-changing incident.

Look at how manly he is, anyway. It can't be his fault.

There must be something wrong with my ovaries.

One for the road

Defanging the snake.

Sam breathed out deeply, arching his back and easing the tension in his lower back. While he was not nearly as strong as he used to be, his flexibility he assumed would be the last thing to leave his athleticism. Not for any reasons apart from his busier schedule, now that he was husband to Amanda.

He stretched his arms this time, expanding his wide shoulders, before tucking them in, taking a moment to admire his biceps in the reflection of his kitchen window. Straining his body more, he performs a squat, stretching out his hairless, muscled thighs and lowering his unrestrained scrotum to the ground. He had always dangled so freely, and not even Yvonne's injury could change that, although he was a lot more careful with them ever since the surgery. Especially so after a night of intimacy, which always made him so much more tender down there.

Raising his body with great power, he marvels at how much strength he has regained throughout his recovery, as his testosterone and libido levels slowly but steadily rose. He would probably never reach the levels of virility as he did before, but for a man with gonads were as large as he did, it was more than enough to keep his woman pleased. Amanda sleeping soundly stood testament to that, he thought, before reaching for the whirring fridge to get himself a beer.

With an assertive pull, the fridge door flew open forcefully, knocking an egg from the open out. It cracked upon hitting the floor, spilling it's contents everywhere in a big mess. Sam held his breath, staring at the mess unsteadily as a painful memory came to mind. I didn't even actually hate her so much. The silvery tinkle of Yvonne's girly laughter played in his mind, as he remembered rolling around on the ground in unbearable pain, choking. Uh! Uh!! Uh!!! He was bucking his hips, thrusting around on the ground in a bid to reduce the pain, but it was too much for even a man like him to bear, and he was openly sobbing, much to her delight.

He shut his eyes, trying to block out that memory of her. He hated that he remembered so much of everything that happened, how it felt inside his pants, his fears of not being able to be with a woman again, how Yvonne looked, from her hateful stare, to her cute little nose, as he looked up at her from the ground. Did I just call her cute?, he thought to himself, frustratedly.

A phantom pain haunted him, as he reached down between his legs to cradle his injured part with immense regret overwhelming him, his eyes shut as he basked in the manhood crushing shame of bordering on getting castrated by the girl he used to bully.

Past

Yvonne's off-day

Maybe if I liked you a little more, I could hate me a little less.

What are you up to today?

Yvonne tossed her phone aside at her plushie collection on her bed, as she rolled back again to lean on her pillow. Dante was probably out in the wilds again, she thought, and not able to reply her.

I wonder if his balls are still aching. What would I even say to him to make him come over? To watch a show? To hangout? Dante is always so driven, he doesn't like wasting time. Would he even want a girl like me? If he is still hurting, can I touch him? Would it make him feel alright?

So many thoughts ran through the usually decisive woman, as she laid flat on her bed deep in her thoughts. Are guys really that tender down there?, she thought, images of Sam's plump, low hanging nuts coming to mind, and Dante curled up in his bed with an ice pack on his average sized, oval shaped organs. She slowly raised her skinny leg into the air, before dropping it down and kicking it up again. Jumping out of bed, she lets out a playful "Hi-Yah!", imitating the movement she had seen Amanda perform on Dante just a few days earlier.

Pausing to think, she adjusts her stance and throws a slightly higher kick, imagining a target as tall as Sam. Even though they hang so lowly, I want to make sure to really get them, she thought, throwing another kick straight up his imaginary legs and at his tender love organs, dangling freely between his smooth, muscled thighs like a pair of giant oysters. Surely he would have a higher tolerance for pain than the wiry Dante, thought the naïve woman. I have to kick his balls just right, but only just hard enough that he will be in too much pain to hurt me. It would be such a shame if my kick accidentally "fixes" him.

So many things were out of control in Yvonne's life, like her sexual attraction to a man who hates and takes reviling her to task constantly. Her strong, confusing emotions for Dante. Her unfulfilled aspirations as a singer. Her lifeless job as a waitress, serving and dealing with men like Sam on the daily. And, how unaware she was of how extremely sensitive Sam's twins were. The pain would have exploded in his naughty bits like a supernova if she kicked him with only the amount of weight she had put into her playful kicks in the air.

She kicked again, this time even harder, thinking about his sneering harshness melting into a more concerned expression, like the ones she had seen Dante contorting his face into as he collapsed from Amanda's devastating kick to his testes. He looked so cute. I wonder if he will make those faces again if I fondled them in my hand, they both looked so sensitive and tender. Just thinking about it made her red-faced and breathing rapid.

I wonder if a girl like me can make Sam puke. Big, strong, Sam, with his hands between his legs holding his balls, trying not to puke his guts out because poor little Yvonne gave him a little kick. Or, actually, a really hard kick, she decided. It would be a fair trade, for all the hurt he had put her through. I really want him to ache and cramp down there like Dante did, for all the months of torment. I wonder what I should wear? It has to be something cute, so I can be at my prettiest while making him feel at his worst.

She walked over to her closet, picking out a strapless push up bra, a cute bareback yellow spaghetti strap, and a stretchy pair of denim shorts. She bent down, picking up her favorite sneakers, putting them back down upon realizing the soles were worn out, to instead grab her pointy toed leather flats. There was no backing down now, and it tickled her thinking about how embarrassing it would be for a macho man like him to get injured in such a weak and delicate area by a girl like her.

As she removed her top to change into her planned outfit, a smile flashed across her face, and she imagined herself standing victorious over Sam, rolling around on the floor comically with his eyes bulging out of his face trying not to cry, as she imagined what was going on inside his pants, to his two extremely sensitive organs. All balls came in different shapes and sizes as she knew now, and she wondered how Sam would react to getting his kicked. Would I need to kick him repeatedly? I don't want to actually seriously injure him.. I just want him to cry, and feel as vulnerable and hurt as he makes me feel all the time.

Exhaling, she looks at herself in the mirror, silently harboring her intense dislike for her body that Sam had only made worse with his disparaging comments. Just in her white cotton panties now, she put her hands on her hips, pushing her chest forward as if it would make her boobs any bigger. She closes her eyes, before opening them and throwing another kick at her imaginary targets. Hi-yah!

[Joe S]

Fantastic! I love how you take us inside the minds of Amanda and Yvonne.

[Erica Noelle Wang]

Yvonne is quickly shaping up into a ball breaking connoisseur! 

[nick]

Finally got around to reading part 4. Wow! Really compelling and intriguing work, Erica. Can't wait for the next installment. Like the unfortunate Sam, I also can't help but think of Yvonne and what she might be up to in the present day. Thank you.