My Former Teacher Pt. IV [MF] [Blue Balls] [Ball Busting]

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As the day went on, I kept on chopping firewood. My former teacher brought me something to eat, we spent lunch break together. Then it was back to chopping wood. My arms were already sore, but she told me to keep on going. I had already chopped my way through a quarter of the pile. She promised me an incredible awesome reward once I was done. And yes, I still was hoping to stick my dick inside.

My motivation to chop wood got lesser and lesser with every piece I split into smaller pieces. The power, the strength was slowly but steadily leaving my body. But my former teacher, she found an awesome way to keep me going. No, she was not threatening to cut off my balls, that would come later.

She just got a sun lounger out of the she. She placed the thing somewhere where I could see it. Then she undressed herself, yes, she even dropped her underwear and applied sun lotion all over her body. Then she took a long long sunbath. While reading some book.

I popped hard wood the moment she began to undress herself. I watched every single one of her movements when she applied the sun cream. I wished she’d allow me to help her reaching every spot of her hot body. But she did not. All she did was, when she realized that I had stopped chopping wood was: “Keep on chopping wood, and once you are finished, you can have what you desire the most.”

My horny levels went through the roof. And it was horny, who gave me the power to keep on chopping wood. Once horny got less, I just looked at her damn hot ass. Yes, she turned herself around, to get an even tan. The afternoon flew by, the pile of split wood grew and grew.

When the sun began to set, she got dressed and she told me to stop: “Workday is over now. Go inside, take a shower, dinner will be served soon.”

I confirmed her order with a “Yes ma’am”, then I went inside and upstairs to wash the sweat and the dust off my body. While the warm water was running down my body, my muscles relaxed. And I got tired. Really tired.

After I left the shower, I put on the clothes she had put down for me. Then I went downstairs, to have dinner with my former teacher. She was a good cook, she cooked a lot and I was really hungry. I dug in as if I hadn’t been eating for days. Seeing me digging in put a huge pleased smile on her face.

When my plate was finally empty, when there was no food left to eat, she allowed me to place myself on her sofa in the living room: “Go, relax. Watch some TV. You earned a break today. You chopped a lot of wood.”

So I dragged my exhausted body towards the sofa, I turned on the TV, then I feel asleep. The next thing I remember is her waking me up. In a very nice and gentle way: “Wake up sleepy head. Time to go upstairs, time to go to bed.”

I just nodded with my head. Then we went upstairs, we spooned for some time, then I feel asleep. Yes, I really was tired that evening. Horny was off the table. Until the next morning. Then horny was in full swing again.

On the next morning, a Tuesday morning, I had a severe case of morning wood. There was huge tent between my legs. And yes, she, my former teacher, took notice of it. She just shook her head when she saw what was going on: “Not even awake for a minute, and all you can think about is sex. You probably been watching at my damn hot ass all the time since you have opened up your eyes. Well, I think we have to take care off your boner problem.”

The moment she finished her sentence, tension was building up inside me. Will she jump onto me? Will she climb onto the bed and we fuck? Have I finally reached my goal? Will my dick slide in and out of her pussy now?

Nope, nothing like that happened. She walked past the bed. I heard her going downstairs. A few minutes later she came back upstairs. With a bucket in her hands. A bucket filled with ice cubes. Then she ordered me to get up and stick my dick and my balls inside the ice cold bucket. To make my boner go away. And it worked, my boner went away. But horny staid.

Once I was limb again, she handed me some clothes, I got dressed and we went downstairs, to have some breakfast together. And then it was wood chopping time again: Take a log, put it on the cutting block, split the log by raising the ax in the air and giving it enough moment so that it splits the wood. Repeat that one. Over and over again.

And yes, my whole body was sore meanwhile. But she pulled the same stunt to keep me going like she did the day before. With one minor change: She allowed me to apply the sun cream on her back. Nothing but a turn on for me. Touching her, being next to her, nothing but awesome. Horny me was in full swing once more.

But I restrained myself. Don’t overdo it. Don’t make a move. It probably will annoy the shit out of her. And you want to fuck her, not to piss her off. So for now, reasonable me one the fight against horny.

Once she was oiled up, I went back to chop some wood. To cure horny by exhausting my body even more. And well, it worked, sort of, because meanwhile, I barely was able to take my eyes of here. I am still wondering up to this day, how I survived the day without accidentally chopping off some limbs.

In the late afternoon she all of a sudden got dressed again. She told me that she was going to leave me alone for some time. She had to drive to town, to buy some groceries, because we were running low. And she also told me, to not do anything stupid like running away or committing a sin by jerking off. I gave her a “Yes ma’am” for an answer. A smile appeared on her face once she heard those two words. Then she walked by me, and she gave me a gentle kiss on my cheek. I might have blushed a little bit back then.

Once she was gone, when I heard her car disappear in the distance, I decided that my break was over and began to chop wood again. And well, up to this day I can’t explain myself why I staid at her place, or why I didn’t bothered to jerk off while she was gone. But back to that Tuesday afternoon.

Time flew by while I was chopping wood. I got a lot of work done. It had something, watching one pile of wood getting smaller while the other one was growing. Then, when the sun began to set, she showed up again. She told me that my workday was over. She allowed me to go upstairs, to take a shower, then she’d serve some dinner.

She brought some take out pizza with her for dinner. I dug in, I ate two pizzas. While I was starring down her cleavage all the time. Despite me exhausting my body all day long, horny kept the upper hand. I wanted her. I lusted for her. I began to loose it.

After all pizza was eaten, we watched some TV together. Cuddling, feeling each others bodies. And that feeling her body touching mine, while I had her scent in my nose, was just too much for me to bear. I made a move on her. My hands landed on her boobs, I tried to kiss her in a passionate way.

She was everything but pleased with my doing. She got mad pretty damn fast. She got furious. She pushed me away. Her voice was more than just angry: “What are you doing Can’t we not even enjoy some cuddling in front of the TV without you thinking about sex? Is fucking all you care about?”

I immediately regretted what I had done. I immediately regretted what I had attempted. I excused myself. I tried to calm her down. I told her that I was more than just sorry, and that I would do everything to fix the error I made. When she heard me saying the last thing, a smile appeared on her face: “Everything?”

“Yes, everything ma’am.”

Her smile got even bigger: “Well, then prepare to receive your punishment.”

Then she ordered me to stand up, to drops my pants and my underwear. Then she made me stand in front of her. And yes, my rock hard dick was pointing straight toward her face. She commented onto that: “How impolite of you. How disgusting of you. Pointing your rock hard dick against your former teacher, a totally innocent woman.”

Then the punishment began. She gave my balls a few gentle hits, to warm up, to test her aim. Yes, it hurt every time she hit me. But it hurt in a good way. It was nothing but a turn on for me, because she was touching my balls and well, I love it rough.

She clearly love what she was doing. She had a very pleased, a very satisfied expression on her face. She had a blast, so had I.

After the first few hits she hit harder, and she began to tease me. Sometimes she just pretended to hit me. Sometimes she just stopped in the last moment. When I was already exited about the pain, the feel of the next hit. Yes, she was playing with me, and I fucking loved it.

It began to feel better with time. I had to fight to suppress my moaning while she was destroying my balls. Meanwhile she went from hitting only over to hitting and squeezing, and yes, with time, some familiar feeling came up inside me: To my surprise I came closer and closer towards an orgasm.

I tried to hold myself back. I tried to keep my balls from emptying themselves. But it didn’t work out in the end. After one last very hard hit my balls emptied themselves. My rock hard dick was twitching while my cum was shooting out. While my cum was shooting out and covering her, my former teacher’s face.

The moment it happened, she was as surprised as I was. Fuck, did I just cum through someone playing with my balls only? Well, I did. She was thinking about the same. A pleased, a satisfied smile appeared on her face. But she tried to hide that expression: “What have you done? Have you really dumped your disgusting filth onto my face?”

Well, in that case, no need to deny anything. I excused myself. I hurried to get some swipes to help her cleaning my spunk off her face. And yes, she clearly had a smile on her face all the time. A hidden one, but he was there.

After her face was clean again, after my punishment came to a surprising end, after she had enough of playing angry and annoyed, we cuddled and watched some TV. No, she clearly wasn’t mad at me anymore. Then we went to bed, some spooning and we fell asleep. But my aching, my hurting balls kept me awake for some time. No, not in an unpleasant way. It just was a nice remember of the awesome thing she had done to me.

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