Pussy Envy 11

It was a rainy day and, being alone home, I lay asleep in my room.

I've been slumbering for about an hour when through the sound of the rain

tapping on the window pane I heard some voices in the next room. Soon I clearly

heard two girls' merry giggles. One of the girls voices belonged to my sister.

In a few seconds I recognized her girlfriend Nora. But it was not their voices

that made me completely awake. It were their words that caused me to jump from

the bed and walk up to the door. The words: "BALLS". No doubt they were talking

something about boys' balls. I clung to my ear to the keyhole and started

eavesdropping.

Nora had been telling my sister how she'd witnessed some boy being hit in the

balls. The girls obviously didn't know I was at home.

"The boy was crying so loud," Nora was going on with her story, "it was so

funny to see him on the ground, holding his balls."

"The boys always cry when they are hit in the balls," said my sister. "I hit

my brother twice in the balls and each time he was crying - "oh my balls, or my

balls." It hurt him so that he couldn't get up. The first time I just brushed

my hand against his balls in the bathhouse. All the women and girls laughed at

him then. He was so helpless. Mom then explained me that all boys' balls are

very weak and I should be very careful with my brother's. And then I kicked him

in the garden. And again he was crying."

"I wish I had a brother, like you," said Nora. "to hit him nd in the balls

from time to time. I think it's a great fun"! Maybe we'll try someday to hit

your brother in the balls again. We'll just pretend it was done by accident not

on purpose. What do you think?"

"You know, Nora, it seems that my brother likes having his balls hit?"

"How's that?" Nora sounded surprised. "If it's so painful..."

"This is what baffles me..." my sister replied. "I'll tell you something

very secretly, just don't tell it to anybody... Once i managed to peep my

brother in his room through the keyhole. He was naked and had a ruler in his

hand. I saw a colored magazine on the table before him. Later I found that

magazine - there were naked girls inside. So he stood there, loking at that

magazine and then he suddenly flicked his balls with the ruler. He screamed and

fell down. I could't see him on the floor, I just heard him crying - "balls, my

balls."

"So he was in pain?" asked Nora.

"In a great pain!"

"Yeah, it's really strange - why did he hurt his balls if it hurt him so."

"I'm puzzled, Nora."

"I think we really must hit him in the balls. Maybe we'll know the

reason."

I felt so embarrassed. My sister saw me busting my own balls. She

witnessed my staring at those nude girls in the magazine, envying them their

pussies and imagining it were those girls who hurt my testicles when I gave a

ruler flick to the sack hanging between my legs. I felt so ashamed to know my

sister had seen all that. To hear her letting it to be known to another girl.

But one thing made my embarrassment not so bad. I was glad to know that my

sister wanted to hit me in the balls. So many girls had hurt my testicles but it

was my sister who did it first, showing me how weak my balls were, making all

the women and girls in the bathhose laugh at me. It was her who started my pussy

envy. I always remembered it. And now I really felt the keen desire to be hit in

the balls by my sister again.

I went on eavesdropping. And soon I heard that the girls decided to go to

the bathroom and take a shower together. I got at once excited - it was my

chance. Now or Never! I just darted out of my rom through the other door and

dashed along the corridor to the bathroom. Our bathtub was an oldfashioned one,

standing on pretty high legs. I at once dived under it, throving myself between

the floor and the bottom of the tub.

In a couple of minutes the girls enetred the bathroom, switched on the

light, undressed, got into the tub and drew the plastic curtain across. After I

heard the shower turned on, I got under from the bathtub. The girls didn't see

me because of the waterproof curtain. I got undressed, unlatched the door, drew

the curtain inside and got into the bathtub.

The girls screamed and stepped as far as possible from me, their groins

covered with their hands. I turned the water off and said:

"Sorry, I thought there was nobody in the bathroom. Just wanted to take a

shower."

"How did you get in here?" my sister shouted angrily.

"The door wasn't locked," I pointed at the latch.

"I remember I latched the door," said Nora.

"No, it wasn't latched at all, otherwise how could I enter."

"Anyway, just get out of here. Don't you see we're showering." my sister

commanded.

"Why should I get out? I was going to take a shower and I'll do it. And

you can go out if you want to."

"No, it's you who must leave here at once," my sister insisted.

"I'm not gonna go, I'll stay and take a shower," I said in a stubborn

tone.

"If you won't get out, we'll kick you in the balls," my sister declared.

It was the very thing I wanted. I pretended a scornful look, while

watching them cover shamefully their pussies with their little hands.

"I'm not afraid a bit. You can kick my balls as many times as you wish.

It's nothing to me, "and I ostentaciosly put my hands on my thighs, leaving my

testicles absolutely unprotected.

"It will hurt you, Gene," my sister said. "All the boys' balls are weak."

But the girls seemed to be hesitating about kicking me. Only a few

minutes ago they'd longed to hit me in the balls and now they were so surprised

to see me in the bathroom and their confusion just made them so hesitant.

"You're wrong, boys' balls ain't weak," I started playfully provoking

the girls. I'm so proud to have balls. Look at me - I'm not shamed to have the

balls, I'm not covering them with my hands. And you feel so shamed about your

silly pussies, see how you're hiding them from me."

"Gene, your balls are silly and weak," snapped Nora.

"Girls, you do envy me my balls," I chuckled, "all girls envy boys our

balls. The balls make us, boys, stronger and cleverer. Don't you wanna have a

weiner and a pair of nice balls between your legs instead of your silly peehole?

You are so shamed of your peeholes that you can't tear your hands off them."

"No, we are not shamed, we just want you to leave us alone," my sister

looked at me angrily, bus still I couldn't see the intent to bust my balls in

her eyes. So I went on teasing them.

"Yes, you are shamed and you do wish you had balls between your legs.

Look how my beautiful are my balls," I pressed my penis between my fingers and

lifted it disposing my scrotum to the girls.

"Look at them, look at my balls, you're so unlucky, so unfortunate without them

between your legs. Girls look so funny with nothing between their legs," and I

faked a giggle, trying to make them real angry with me.

"Gene, it's you who look funny with those worm and ballsack between your

legs. And all the girls know how weak the balls are. Gene, don't you remember I

hit you in the balls? How crying you were?"

"I was pretending just to make you not so envious about my balls. My

balls ain't weak."

"Gene, I saw you flicking your silly balls with a ruler. You were alone

so there was no need to pretend and you did cry so loud. Your balls were aching

from just a ruler flick."

"I knew you were peeping. I fell and cried on purpose. I just wanted

you to believe my balls are weak but they are not!"

All that was getting too long. I just pined for having my balls kicked

by one of the girls. I could't tear my eyes off their hands covering their

pussies. Why didn't they kick my balls, kne them, punch them, squeeze, hurt them

in any way? Why don't they show me their real advantage, the advantage I was so

envying. My balls were hanging before them and just a light hit was enough to

make them proud of being girls, of having those "silly peeholes", those

"peeholes" they were covering with their hands, those "silly peeholes" I was so

envying them while flauntering before them my "I'm-so-proud-of-balls". So more

teasing was needed to make them hit me between my legs.

"And you, girls," I smirked, "just can't pee standing upright with those

peeholes of yours. And I can, look." and with my hands pressed proudly against

my thighs I started peeing, directing the urine squirt down at the girls' feet.

"See, just see what I can," I said, still peeing and waving my thighs.

"No girl can't do this for they have nothing between the legs but thier silly

holes. And boys are superior because we have balls and a wiener."

"That's enough!" my sister cried out and hardly had the last drop of my

urine fallen on the bottom of the bathtub as her little fist fiercely flew into

my unprotected balls. And those organs I was so "boasting" to have just a few

moments ago made me at once the most miserable creature in the world. A burst,

an explosion, shocking fire all that was immediately within my scrotum and then

up my stomache. The fire of pain that made me emit the loudest scream and

desperately clutch the epicenter of exruciating aching that was hanging outside

my body. I heavily slumped down on the bottom of the tub, my hands between my

legs.

"Baaaaalls! Baaaaaalls!" I wailed in painful agony.

The girls burst with laughter. They were not covering their pussies now but

joyfully waving their hands in the air.

"Your balls, do they hurt?" my sister asked me mockfully. "They should't

hurt for they ain't weak at all. Don't you say that, Gene?"

"Hurt, oh hurt," I was moaning.

"Are you still proud to have those funny things you're holding in your hands

now?" Nora asked scornfully.

I just let out one more groan in reply.

"It seems he can't talk because of his poor, silly balls?" my sister

giggled. "So are you really proud of them?"

I shook my head in pain.

"And what did you say about our peeholes?" my sister went on teasing me.

"And what do you say now?"

What could I say? I was staring at her pussy, while clutching in my hands

my throbbing sack. How could she know my pain with that "peehole", that

"peehole" with nothing hanging from it, how could she feel the excruciating

agony in my body caused by the impact of her little fist, the agony that only

could be born within those additions to the male body hanging between their

limbs. I was looking at her groin and thought - how could she ever know it? All

she could is laugh at me, laugh at my holding my testicles, looking jealously at

her "peehole". Oh, how I envied her for I could never feel the proud she had now

within her body, the body with a "peehole" between her legs. How I wished I

could feel this proud, the proud of a human being with a "peehole" looking at

the at the helpnessnes of the other make of human body, the make with hanging,

extremely sensitive apparatus instead of the "peehole".

"So what did you say about our peeholes?" this time it was Nora's taunting

voice. "Are your balls superior?"

"No, no," I managed to talk through the pain. "Girls you are really lucky.

Lucky to have your peeholes."

"So they aren't silly?" asked my sister. "And what about your balls?

Aren't they awfully weak and puny?"

"Girls," I sighed, "I do say I envy you."

"Then why all that bragging about your balls?" my sister inquired me.

"Because I wanted you to hit me in the balls."

"But why?!" the girls asked simultaneously.

"Because I envy you, I envy you your not having these "silly" balls." I

shifted my look down at my hands holding testicles. "I really think you are

fortunate without these things, I always wanted to have a pussy, since the very

moment when you hit my balls in the bathhouse," I again looked at the sister's

pussy. "From that very moment when I was lying on the floor with my balls in

pain and looking at your peehole, and at all other girls and women round me."

"Wow!" my sister exclaimed glefully. "So you punish your balls because you

don't like them?"

I just nodded in reply.

"Then let me kick you in the balls," Nora cried out, "just let me do it,

let me kick your silly balls. Please, take your hands off them. I wanna feel

proud I'm a girl."

My sister steped aside, letting her girlfriend get closer to me. I looked

at Nora, at her pussy. I also felt the wish to help her, to help her feel proud

of being a girl. I slowly spread my legs wider and took my hands off my

testicles.

"Please wait a bit," I said, "I just think it's a great pleasure for a

girl to watch a boy when his balls in pain. I jsut won dered..."

"Yes, it's great pleasure and we'll now see it," Nora abrupted me and sent

her little feet into my groin.

Yes, I always wondered what a girl feels when she hear a boy scream in

agony, when she see his hands flew to his groin, see his face warped in the

pain, see his body writhing at her feet. I always wanted to know that kind of

feeling, that sensation within a body that has no testicles between the legs

while watching someone in agony the only reason of which is the dangling organs.

Again and again in my sexual dreams and fantasies I tried to imagine that

feeling. That very feeling that filled Nora when she watched me writhing on the

bottom of the bathtub, watching me holding my vulnerable organs in myboth hands,

the feeling of a creature who was lucky not to have those organs. What did she

feel? What did she feel at the moment when her feet for the first time flew into

a boy's groin. What did she feel after looking from above at my agony, knowing

that I envy her, envy her that "peehole" that only a few minutes ago I had

called "silly"? I think I can't describe it in a proper way.

Both the girls were laughing heartily, watching me in the fetal position on

the bottom of the tub. My sister moved Nora aside to get nearer to me.

"Gene," she said joyfully, "you were boasting of the way you can pee. See

now what I can."

She spread her legs and a stream of urine squirted out of her pussy right at

my groin.

"Look, you silly boy, how I can pee with my peehole, without your silly

wiener."

While holding my throbbing testicles, I was gazing at the urine squirt

running right out of my sister's body, without assistance of any little "hose"

protruding from her groin and any sacklet with two little orbs within. The urine

was falling on my hands and then through my fingers it come on my aching

scrotum. Something in this sight was making my pussy envy even worse. I was not

sure what it was exactly. Something about the way my sister peed standing

upright, something about the peeing pussy, something about the urine flowing

under my fingers round my poor balls. I just couldn't avert my look from my

sister's peeing pussy. Pain, envy and fascination got mingled within me.

When my sister finished peeing, the girls gave out louder laughs.

"So you see, poor boy," my sister beamed gleefully, "no need to have a wiener

and those silly balls to pee standing. A nice, beautiful peehole is enough. And

nothing between the legs to protect from little girls." My sister slapped her

groin triumphally.

"From little, curious girls without silly-silly, poor-poor balls," added Nora

and also slapped her groin in a show-off manner.

Just then the door opend and there came Mom.

"Oh, kids what are you doing here and all naked?" Mom was surprised to see us

all in the bathtub.

"Mom," my sister started explaining, "we were going to have a shower with

Nora but Gene somehow got inside and didn't wanna go out. So we had to show him

some trick."

"What trick?" Mom asked.

"Just showed him how boys are weak not to let him next time disobey."

Mom looked at me lying o the tub bottom with my hands between my legs to

know at once the kind of trick the girls played on me. She could harly suppress

a giggle.

"Okay, everbody," she said" jsut leave the bathroom now. I've not too much

time. I just dropped for a couple of minutes. I want to take a shower and then

must go. Girls, you'll go on with showering after me."

The girls obeyed Mom, rubbed themselves with towels and ran out of the

bathroom.

Mom looked at me again.

"And you, boy, why are you still lying there. Get up and go to your room."

I tried to get to my feet but again collapsed. The pain in balls was so

unbearable that made my legs disabled.

"Mom, I just can't get up," I complained.

"But be a man, just try to overcome the pain."

"Mom, you'd beter say - "be a girl and never feel such a pain". I guess no

man can overcome this kind of pain. You girls will never know it."

Mom gave out a giggle. "Oh, Gene, you've got a good sense of humor. But I

do need the bath, so don't be such a sissy and get out of here."

"I'm not a sissy at all, Mom," I moaned, "I just have balls and like all

the other boys after my balls were hit I couldn't do anything but lie down and

hold them. My legs disobey me because I have a pair of balls between them. I do

hate such kind of situation that Nature played on us, I mean guys, but I can't

do nothing about it. I have balls and because I have them I can't get out of

here. The girls really showed me they have some advantage over me."

"Gene, you're getting a lttle bit annoying," Mom sounded angry. "Okay, boy,

if you are so helplessly weak, I'll have to take a shower with you on the bottom

of tub. I'd be very grateful if you close up eys."

After I shut my eyes tight, I heard Mom getting undressed, then stepping in

the bathtub and turning on the shower. Of course I couldn't keep my eyes shut

too long while knowing that my Mom was standing over me, absolutely naked. I

slowly opened my eyes. Mom's head was in rich soap foam, so she didn't see I was

watching her. Mom was beautiful, her body was so attractive. I was enchanted

with her nude form. Only a couple of minutes ago I was talking with her about

the advantage women had over guys and now that advantage was so obviously seen.

Still holding my aching balls, the balls that made my leg muscles unable to obey

the brain commands, the balls that made me so miserably lying on the bottom of

the bathtub, I was staring at Mom's pussy. The pussy that was attractively

covered with dark hair, beautifully framed with the femenine curves of the body,

the pussy that my sister would possess in the future. I looked at the perfectly

rounded breast of my Mom. Why did the female breats were desined so beautiful by

Nature, while the male scrotum looks so funny? I wanted Mom to kick me in the

balls but I knew she wouldn't do it. Because I was her son and she loved me. She

wouldn't ever hurt me, though I wanted it badly. I wanted her to grasp my nuts

and squeeze them as hard as she could, making me cry madly and wishing I had a

pussy like hers between my legs, between legs as attractively shaped as hers.

Oh, how I wished she squeezed my testicles in her soft, beautiful hand. I would

cry : "My balls, my damn balls!" while looking at her pussy and envying her

badly. But she would keep on squeezing my balls. And when the pain be unbearable

I would bury my face between her breast, trying to hide from the pain in her

female body and would press my hand against her pussy and keep on envying,

evying, envying...

But all those were only fantasies. Mom kept showering,standing over me.Soon

she would open her eyes and see me watching her. And I so needed to abuse my

balls while loking at her pussy. On the shelf above me I noticed a big bar of

soap. I reached my right hand up and managed to get it. With my left hand I took

my penis aside leaving my balls totally uncovered. I kept my eyes greedily fixed

on Mom's pussy. And again I tought - what do women feel watching a guy's balls

hurt. Do they have some pleasing sensation somewhere in their pussies, in their

"balless" groins, while seeing a guy desperately clutching his set on fire

scrotum, the scrotum with those funny organs so overfilled with nervers that a

slightest tap on them could rise such a pain within them, making the guy envy

the woman that stands before him, her hands on her thighs, with nothing hanging

from her groin and laughing at him. Envy her her not having that overfilled with

nerves sack between her legs. Do women feel something great in their pussies? Do

they? Are they overfilled with the proud at that moment as the guy's balls with

the pain? The pride of possessing a pussy. The pride of possessing a female

body.Has Mom seen a lot of men hit in the balls? And did she feel that kind

proud within her mind, within her body, somewhere in her pussy? The pride of

being the object of someone's envy, my envy, the envy that was rending me apart

as I kept on gazing at Mom's body.

I raised my right hand above my groin, mentally said to myself - "sure she

felt that kind of pride" - and while keeping my eyes on her pussy I flung the

piece of soap at my aching balls as hard as I could...