Jamie was like most men and could be talked into almost anything
by a pretty girl. That was never more evident than now — sitting in a
small plane, looking at Molly with her beautiful, bushy brown hair sticking
out under her helmet, blown in the fierce draft of the open door. Her smiling
features looked excited, not frightened, and her incredible body looked ready
to go, as always. In a few moments, she would jump out of this, perfectly functioning,
plane, and he would follow her. Other than Molly being the most desirable creature
he knew… Jamie had no idea why he was doing this.
He watched as she grinned at him from the doorway and, on
the count of their instructor, threw herself out. He wanted to watch her fall,
but he was next up and he had to shuffle into position while the instructor
watched her initial descent.
The military-style of their training kicked in as he prepared
for the unnatural action of abandoning the safety of the plane for the delicate
canopy that would carry him safely to the ground. He knew exactly how to hold
onto the doorway and, and what to expect as the instructor checked that he was
in position and that his static line release was securely attached.
So far that day they had learned to hit the ground correctly,
how to control the parachute as it descended, what to do in an emergency and
how to exit the plane safely—all that was left was to test what they’d
learned. When the instructor decreed them ready for their first jump, they were
fitted out with overalls, safety helmets and parachutes. The Instructor joked
with Jamie that he should position the parachute’s inner thigh straps
tightly and carefully, lest he trap a testicle when the canopy opened. It seemed
funny at the time.
Jamie watched the instructor’s eyes as he counted down
to his push-off. There was no panic, the drill had been carefully explained
and rehearsed to the point that his actions were pre-programmed. When he was
instructed to "go" he pushed off hard, spread his arms and legs, and
felt the rush of the air as he fell mind-numbingly free for the first fifty
yards or so.
As soon as he was out of the door he began his count. "Thousand
one, thousand two…" After four seconds he had to check that the parachute
had opened correctly. "Thousand three, thousand…"
The canopy opened, it arrested his fall abruptly… and
allowed the leg strap to pinch his right testicle like it was in a vice.
2,500 feet above ground, Jamie screamed.
****
"Man, that was awesome!" Molly rushed up to hug
him as he limped painfully back to the drop zone with his bundled parachute
in his arms. She’d landed several minutes before him and had already got
rid of her chute and helmet.
"It was cool." Jamie agreed with slightly less enthusiasm.
His groin ached like never before. It had taken a large part of the descent
to work his trapped ball out of the strap, and by the time he managed it there
was very little of the fall left to enjoy.
Molly noticed his limp. "Did you hurt yourself?"
Not sure what he should admit to, Jamie opted for, "Let’s
just say the instructor was right about those leg straps. That hurt."
"Really!" Molly’s smile was playful and she
threw her arm around him in consolation. "I’m sorry Jamie. I hope
you still enjoyed the jump… and that you can still have children."
Despite his injury, he felt her arm around him and knew that
the day had been worth the effort. Anything for a beautiful girl.
****
They stopped for a casual dinner on the way home. Jamie was
driving as Molly’s car was in the shop all weekend. He’d picked
her up from the local train station that morning, happy to do anything for her,
and happy to have her next to him.
"You feeling any better?" It was still a challenge
for her to mention his injury with a straight face, so she hid her smirk behind
the napkin she dabbed her mouth with.
Jamie nodded, despite the pain, he could see the funny side,
and it was hard to feel bad about anything when he was this close to Molly.
His ball was throbbing and causing him to frequently adjust his seating position,
but a least he was able to move without the shooting pain he’d suffered
earlier.
Jamie and Molly had developed a strong friendship at work
when thrown together in a small project. The lunches together they enjoyed while
on the project continued after they returned to their normal roles, and Jamie
continued to lust after the effervescent and gorgeous Molly as their platonic
friendship developed. Her hair was the feature everyone noticed first, light
brown, bushy and framing her young features perfectly. Her every-ready smile
would hold any male’s attention, right up until they noticed the more-than-ample
chest that seemed to always have some of its cleavage showing.
It was at one of their lunch "dates" that Molly
hatched the idea of the parachute jump. She’d always wanted to do one,
and encouraged him to come along with her. It wasn’t something he was
desperate to experience, but Jamie agreed to do the jump with her, and spent
the next few weeks wondering what he’d done.
"We can go back sometime and do another jump, if you’d
like." Her face was all sympathy now. "I’m sure you’d
enjoy it more without the…"
"It’s fine Molly." Jamie wanted off the subject
of his testicles. "I had a great time, and it was a huge thrill."
And then there was that feeling that he’d do anything she wanted…
"But I’m happy to tag along if you want to do another jump."
"Cool." Molly smiled, and the world was good, even
with a bruised testicle.
****
When they got to the train station it was closed because weekend
maintenance of the line . There was a large sign showing details of day’s
reduced schedule, and they’d missed the last train by more than an hour.
"Damn." Molly cursed as the situation sunk in. "I
saw the sign this morning, but forgot all about it. I should’ve remembered
and skipped dinner to get here on time."
"I’ll drive you home if you like." Jamie offered,
despite the unwelcome prospect of a 40-minute each way drive when his home,
and comfort for his balls, was only a mile away.
"No." Molly was firm. "It’s too far.
I’ll…" Her voice and face lacked an alternative.
"I can’t just leave you here." He protested.
"Well…" Molly hesitated and Jamie thought
he caught the tiniest hint of mischief in her eye. "I guess I could crash
on your sofa, if you don’t mind. I can get a train in the morning."
Jamie’s mind ran wild with possibilities, despite knowing
the reality of their being "friends" meant that they were unlikely
to come true. "Sure." He answered off-handedly while his heart beat
a little faster. "If that’s what you’d prefer. I do have a
spare bed, so you won’t have to use the sofa."
"That’ll work for me. I’ve put you to enough
trouble already today."
****
At his place, Jamie got them beers from the refrigerator,
settled Molly into the lounge and set about accommodating her. He checked the
covers on the spare bed, found her a T-shirt to sleep in and gathered a few
miniature toiletries he’d kept from hotel stays. He wished he’d
had longer to prepare, but did the best he could for her.
By the time he joined her on the sofa she was onto her second
beer and grateful for his efforts. "You didn’t need to," her
puppy dog eyes looked over to him. "I’d have been fine with a sleeping
bag and an old toothbrush."
They had one final round of recounting their jump experience
and Molly decided it was time to retire. Jamie showed her to the spare room
and left her to her night-time routine. He stayed in the lounge for an hour,
TV channel-hoping, nursing his injury and fantasizing about Molly inviting him
to sleep with her.
Jamie undressed in his bedroom, pulled on his sleep T-shirt
and then went to the bathroom. He noticed that the light in Molly’s room
was out and all was quiet beyond her door. His fantasies looked to remain unfulfilled.
After cleaning his teeth and washing the exhausting day from his face, he eased
off his underwear and inspected his balls for damage. Pulling his cock out of
the way, he pushed his balls forward gently with his hand and looked for bruises.
Stretching his scrotum for the examination was mildly painful,
but he was encouraged that there was no visible damage.
"Oh God Jamie, I’m sorry."
Jamie’s heart leapt in his chest when he looked up to
see Molly standing at the open bathroom door. He quickly removed his hands from
his groin, pulled down his shirt and wondered what she’d seen.
"I’m so sorry… I was…" Molly stumbled
in apology.
"It’s okay." Jamie felt his face redden. "I
was just…"
"Checking them out." Molly’s tone lightened.
"I don’t blame you. I really am sorry Jamie, I was just looking for
some water. I didn’t expect…"
"It’s okay," he reassured, swallowing his
pride. "I should’ve closed the door."
Molly shuffled off to the kitchen. Jamie heard the ice water
dispenser in the refrigerator a few moments later and he tried to calm his pounding
heart. He felt so stupid to be caught doubled over, inspecting his balls, but
there was also a lingering excitement that Molly may have caught a glimpse of
his cock.
She apologized again on her way back to the bedroom. Jamie
assured her it was okay, and tried to make light of the situation. Molly’s
face softened when she heard his tone change. She also felt a growing excitement,
having glimpsed Jamie doing something so private. Of course when she’d
spotted him, her eyes had fixed on his cock… and that was never bad.
"I er… I hope they er… feel okay." She
nodded imperceptibly at his groin.
Jamie tried to smile. "They’re fine. Maybe a little
swollen, but fine."
Molly swallowed. "Do you er… want me to take a
look? I’m trained in First Aid."
It was hard for him to tell if she was joking or not, but
Jamie knew the temperature just went up, a lot. Molly was smiling mischievously,
and he weighed up the pros and cons of the moment. In the end he decided it
was a chance he couldn’t miss.
"They trained you in taking care of balls in First Aid?"
He laughed playfully at the notion, trying to dispel some of the growing tension.
Molly looked sheepish. Her experience with balls was all her
own, but she was sure she could ease any pain Jamie felt. "No, but the
training was all about taking care of people."
"Well, if you think you could help." He eased his
arms away from his shirt, indicating that access was all hers if she wanted
it.
Molly’s hesitation was momentary. She took three steps,
smiled reassuringly to him and dropped to her knees. "Let’s see what
the trouble is here…"
She pulled up his shirt with one hand and immediately felt
for his balls with the other. She prodded him gently, gauging his pain threshold
at various points, then she cupped both of his balls and eased them forwards.
"No bruising." She observed matter-of-factly. "They
don’t feel too swollen either… not from the accident anyway."
The playfulness in her voice was evident now.
"I think you’ll live." She let go, stood up
and smiled at the patient. "Nice package by the way… very nice."
"Er… thanks." Jamie was still recovering from
the reality of Molly kneeling before him with his privates at her disposal.
"Have you ever weighed them?" she giggled.
Jamie was dumbstruck. "What do you mean?"
"Weighed them?" She looked at him dismissively.
"You stand on the scale, check your weight, then you have someone hold
your… bits. They take the weight of them, and you can see what the difference
is. Then you’ll know what they weigh. I did it with an old boyfriend once.
He did my boobs, and I did his…"
Jamie shook his head at the notion, and the unlikely scenario
he could feel they were heading for. "And what did his weigh?"
"Not as much as yours, I’ll bet. Here, you want
to try?" Her eyes were all fire as she gently took his arm and ushered
him onto the scale.
Jamie looked down as the digital scale settled on his weight.
Then Molly returned her hand to his balls and lifted them, along with his cock,
so that their weight rested in her palm. The digital readout dropped by almost
a pound.
"Yep, very nice." Molly nodded at the result.
Jamie’s intention was to ask if he could weight her
breasts, but he was overtaken by events between his legs. In her hand, his cock
started to elevate noticeably, pushing up his T-shirt and demanding his and
Molly’s attention.
"Ah." Molly exclaimed, not removing her hand. "I’m
sorry about that. I guess I went a bit too far?"
"No." Jamie swallowed and tried to sound reassuring.
"It’s okay. It was bound to happen. Just reacting to how nice your
hand felt I guess."
Molly let his balls fall gently back and used her hand to
pull away the T-shirt, revealing Jamie’s growing erection and watching
closely as it continued its journey. "That is so nice." She purred.
"Looks like it weighs a whole lot more now!"
"Mmmm." Jamie moaned, aching for more of her touch.
She didn’t move, or take her eyes from his cock as it
stood. Without any further touching it got steadily harder, the head pumped
up and its color darkened. It was only moments until he was fully erect and
throbbing.
"Looks like there’s almost as much pressure there
as in your injured balls." She giggled. "Mind, I think I can at least
help you with that… provide you with a little relief. If you’d like
me to, of course… I’ll be gentle."
Jamie simply nodded. There was nothing he wanted more at that
moment.
Molly eased the shirt over his head so it didn’t get
in the way and then stood in front of him, reaching down to grasp his shaft
for the first time. Jamie’s eyes closed as the relieving pleasure of her
touch spread through him.
She simultaneously started stroking him gently and slipped
back to her knees. Once her eyes were level with his cock she reached up with
her other hand and carefully supported his balls. Her strokes were firm, long
and exquisite and Jamie’s head leaned back, the pleasure rising faster
than he imagined possible.
Molly could feel his balls tightening already. She knew they
were full and she delighted in the firm cock at her disposal. She knew she could
use it to make Jamie feel a lot better!
She loved seeing her hand slide up and down a firm cock, and
this one was a good size, nice thickness and had only the slightest hint of
an upwards bend in the middle—her ideal plaything. She had the urge to
take Jamie in her mouth, but was enjoying the sight of his excitement so much
that she decided that could wait for later. She tightened her grip on his balls
slightly and started to twist her strokes as they relentlessly covered the length
of his shaft. "This okay?" She looked up.
Jamie could do little more than grunt, his climax was already
building.
Molly’s strokes didn’t miss a beat as she ran
her hand up and down his cock with a slow, firm rhythm. She knew he was desperate
for release when his hips started to meet her strokes, but she kept her rhythm
from quickening, knowing it would be a better release for him. She smiled as
she watched her hand work him, loving the feel of his hardness and the sight
of her fingers wrapped around him.
When he opened his eyes and saw Molly in the mirror, working
his cock with such an intense look on her face, he knew he could not hold back
any longer.
Jamie’s grunt was unmistakable, and she knew he was
cumming. Her smile widened and her hand kept its relentless, perfect pace, stroking
firmly as he twitched and then started to shoot white cum.
His first spurt shot over her shoulder, grazing her hair.
The next three landed on her T-shirt, just where it covered her gorgeous breasts.
Jamie’s head began to swim in the force of the climax and his body burned
with the pleasure, all other feeling left him and his whole being became a cock
shooting cum from Molly’s hand.
"Oh my." He gasped as she started to slow her strokes
and squeeze the last of his cum out of the end of his cock. "That was…"
Molly giggled and looked up at him. "I’m glad you
enjoyed. It was awesome to watch, and feel. You have such a great-looking cock.
And it’s good to know that the injuries haven’t stopped anything
working!" she smirked.
Jamie slumped against the washbasin, still drained from the
moment. He smiled at Molly, noticing the cum on her hands and T-shirt "I
guess I have to find you another shirt now." He laughed.
Molly’s elfin smile was unmistakable now. "Not
if you don’t want to." She paused to take hold of the hem of the
shirt. "I kind of thought…" she pulled it over her head, "that
you might like to help me with a little release too."
Her body was breathtaking and she didn’t seem to mind
him inspecting her in detail. Every inch of her skin was smooth and curvy. Her
breasts looked round, full and perfect, her big nipples jutting up with excitement.
Between her legs Jamie saw a trace of trimmed pubic hair, and the unmistakable
cleft of her pussy. She wiped the cum from her hand with the shirt, threw it
to the floor and assumed the perfect "take me" pose.
"Of course…" she looked down at his deflated
cock, "only if you think you can manage some more excitement!"
Jamie said nothing, simply took her hand and led her to his
bedroom. Standing next to the bed, he kissed her deeply for the first time and
allowed his hands to explore her skin. When he got to her breasts he lifted
them up to feel their weight and pulled on her nipples, wondering at how great
they felt in his fingers. His other hand slipped down between her legs, felt
her thighs ease apart for him and he drew his fingertips up along her pussy.
She was wet, swollen and ready. She urgently kissed him back and pulled on his
hips to display her need.
Molly pulled him onto the bed by the cock. She eased him to
lie on his back and swivelled so she was straddling him, offering her pussy
to his face and could work on bringing his cock back to full hardness. She eagerly
took hold of him again and slipped him into her mouth.
He gasped as he felt her tongue start to work on him and looked
up at the beautiful pussy inches from his eyes. Her pussy lips looked inviting
and he pushed his tongue up to begin licking her. As her juices started to run
on his tongue, he felt her ease down to him, encouraging his attentions. Jamie
reached up with his hands to run over the curves of her ass cheeks while he
teased around her pussy lips with his tongue. It was hard to resist her deeper
folds though, so he pulled her pussy open and plunged his tongue as deep as
he could into her pink. When he withdrew he made a few long licks across her
clit. As she moaned, he felt his cock twitch in her mouth, resuming full hardness.
Molly loved the feeling of his cock in her mouth. The only
thing better was feeling him harden as she licked and sucked on him. As she
gently ran her fingers around his balls she felt the head of his cock become
as hard as she’d felt in the bathroom. She loved a cock that responded
to her and was so obviously ready for her.
As much as he wanted to lick her to climax, Jamie wanted to
feel himself inside her. He eased their bodies over, so she was on her back
and with one final long lick over her clit, he kneeled up, turned to face her
and straddle her. He reached out and kneaded her breasts, pausing to pull on
her nipples and watching her face as it wantonly displayed pleasure at his actions.
Bringing his mouth to her breast, he sucked on her nipple
and felt its hardness in the cleft of his tongue as he licked and played with
it. He gently grasped it between his teeth and pulled, making her squirm with
pleasure.
"God you have a wonderful body." He breathed as
he continued to massage her breasts with his hands.
"You’re not so bad yourself." Molly reached
to take hold of him again, immediately stroking the hard cock. "This feels
like it would be nice, inside me."
"That’s just what I was thinking." Jamie slipped
down and positioned himself for a thrust towards her pussy. Molly’s legs
opened wide, inviting him.
Between her shuffling to meet him and his careful positioning,
he found her easily and sunk relentlessly into her with a single push. Molly
moaned as he slid all the way in and he felt her wrap around him, as tight as
her hand, but warmer and more complete.
Once fully inside, Jamie smiled down at his old friend and
new lover. She smiled back and hungrily accepted his tongue as he kissed her.
"I want you so much." She whispered. "Let me feel you, let me
cum with you."
Her words stoked him further and his cock throbbed inside
her. Slowly he withdrew and pushed firmly all the way in again. Each stroke
was exquisite and culminated in him grinding against her clit. Molly gasped
appreciatively.
Her legs wrapped around him and her arms came to his hips,
pulling him into her relentlessly, as she needed. Just as she’d given
unselfishly, now she wanted all of him in return. Jamie loved the feeling of
being wanted so openly. He loved the way Molly made love.
He felt her climax get close as she pulled him into her harder
and harder. Her face was lost in the moment as her passion took over and he
thrust into her relentlessly. "Don’t stop." She commanded breathlessly.
"For God’s sake don’t stop now."
He felt her body burst its release beneath him, tightening
and convulsing around his cock as he continued to thrust and grind into her.
Molly’s climax ran through her with a silken violence.
As each wave of her orgasm arrived, she felt her pussy contract. As Jamie continued
to thrust into her and prolong the moment she thought of her hand wrapped around
his cock, and how the cum had burst from him. The climax was long and satisfying,
her legs clamped around him and her arms holding him as tight as she could.
"Now that," she giggled up to him as he thrust slower
and shallower, "was good. Man, does that cock of yours feel nice."
Jamie bent to kiss her and tasted the sweat that was coating
her upper lip. He felt her ease him off to lie next to her.
"Here," she got onto her hands and knees
and presented her pussy to him, "give me some more, will you? I’m
sure you need to cum again now."
Jamie was hardly going to turn down that invitation, and felt
around her ass cheeks before slipping a finger into her swollen pussy. He tried
to resist and play with her some more, but was desperate to get back inside
her.
The head of his cock was resting against her pussy lips in
seconds, and he was deep inside her moments later. In the glare of their sex,
it occurred to him that he’d never wanted anyone more than he did Molly
at that moment. Every thrust inside her represented another part of his need
to pleasure her and be pleasured by her.
As his rhythm built again he reached over to cup her breasts,
revelling in their weight and the firmness of her nipples. As he moved inside
her, they wobbled and pushed against his fingers. Jamie thought about how often
he’d imagined this moment, and smiled as he pushed harder into her.
Molly was meeting his thrusts, pushing her pussy back as his
hand excited her nipple and his cock filled her pussy. It felt like she could
cum again, soon.
As soon as Jamie knew he was close, he reached down and began
fingering her soaked pussy. Her thrusts back onto his shaft increased immediately.
He kept up his rhythm, and made each stroke as long as he dared, withdrawing
to the point he thought his cock might slip out of her, then he pushed all the
way back in. He heard Molly gasp at the same moment the inevitable burn started
to creep along his thighs, towards his balls and cock.
Molly gasped, "Oh fuck" as she came, once again
contracting around him as her body tightened. Jamie was a few seconds later,
his orgasm bursting as he felt her muscles squeeze him. He gasped as the climax
peaked, and then he felt the cum rush along his shaft and flood her. She was
so wet he hardly noticed a difference to the resistance of her pussy walls and
he continued thrusting, urging the most out of their orgasms.
He collapsed first, followed by Molly, tight next to him.
They were both breathing deeply, drained by their excretions and high on the
moment. He reached to take hold of her hand and their fingers entwined.
"That was…"
"…amazing." Molly giggled as she completed
the sentence for him. "You have no idea how much I needed that. It was
such a turn on for me, jumping out of that plane. I’ve been soaked all
day. And when I saw your cock…"
"You mean you planned this?" He sat up in pretend
shock.
"No." Molly laughed. "But I sure wasn’t
going to give up the chance if it came along. Mind, I thought it wasn’t
going to be possible, with your injury. How are they by the way?" She reached
across and took his balls in her hand.
"Doing just fine thanks." He smiled. "I think
you have a wonderful touch.
"I told you I was trained in First Aid." She giggled.
"You think I’ll need some follow-up treatment?"
Molly squeezed playfully. "I’m sure you will. How
does a dose of Molly, twice a day until the pain’s gone sound?"
"Sounds just about perfect." Jamie kissed her and
let his hand cup her gorgeous breast. "But I think the pain might be around
for a long time."
