Pussy Envy 15
by
Peter Ray

One day I told my friend Nick about the secret female nude beach hidden deep in the woods. He at once got interested and suggested we go over there and peep the naked girl. I liked the idea and soon we were working our way through the thick bushes in the direction of the nude beach. I was showing the way but as soon as we heard in the distance first joyful female voices, Nick rushed forward, leaving me behind. I ran after him, trying to catch up. When I got just after his back, the stingy, slim shrub stems started to lash me while returning to their proper position after Nick's hurrying body had pushed them hard forward. And suddenly one of those biting branches sharply lashed my groin. All the pain that those whipping branches had been giving to my body and face now was multiplied by thousands times and concentrated in things so inconveniently attached to my body just between my legs. The things that looked so incongruent in their place. And incongruently sensitive, for the pain in those little things at once turned the rest of my body into a helpless jelly.

I flopped down with a mad scream. Nick turned around to see me writhing in agony on the ground. My hands holding my injured organs at once indicated the reason of my sufferings.

"The balls? A branch?" he asked. I positively and painfully moaned. Having himself a pair of those vulnerable organs, Nick correctly estimated the situation.

"That's gonna take a lots of time to recover," he said, "I think you better stay here while I go and see the girls. When you feel okay, just join me."

And he disappeared behind the shrub leaves. Damn! Join him! Not with these damn things between my legs. Just some hundred meters ahead of me there was a lot of happy creatures that never had such stupid things between their legs. I could hear their jolly cries coming from the lake shore. Those happy creatures were frisking naked not far from me, romping about with nothing dangling between their legs. I had come over here to watch them amateur naked public teens pics and envy them their body and now because of my own danglers I couldn't reach the place where they were. How I wished the girls could see me. I felt so miserable while unable to display my weakness to the girls that were not far from me. Nick was watching them. Seeing their nude bodies and thinking of me lying not far away with my balls in my hands. Maybe he also envied those girls, envied their pussies he saw from his hide in the bushes, maybe not, I didn't know. But I did envy and this time my envy was a real waste. Not a single girl in the world saw my envy, my pain, my suffer. What a torturing pleasure is to lie at a girls legs, holding the filled with pain scrotum in your hands, crying desperately "Balls, balls!" and staring at her groin with envy. But without a girl beside me it was such a torment. And with a score of naked girls within a hundred meters from me, not knowing of my pain and suffer, it was a doubly killing torture.

All of a sudden heavy rack covered the blue sky, a loud thunder clashed overhead and it started raining cats and dogs. Shortly Nick was back.

"Still lying," he inquired, "can you get up?"

"Think so," I replied trying to get up from the ground that already had turned into slimy mud, "And where are the girls?"

"They are getting dressed and leaving the place. Gotta do the same."

"Not that fast," I heaved a sigh, already on feet, one my hand pressed against the trunk of a birch tree and the other holding my still aching balls.

"Damn, not seen any naked girl, not a pussy, not a pair of breasts, just because of these damn balls in my pants. Thanks a lot, Nick, for whipping them, but it'd have been far better if you'd done the same thing to me on the beach full of naked girls. Thanks, Nick." I hissed and spit into the heavy rain...

Later in the evening I stood naked in my room looking at the mirror on the wall, my wet clothes lying on the floor. I touched my balls. The ache hadn't left them yet. I took the hand off to see my genitals better in the mirror. I stared at my penis and scrotum. I wondered how many nerves were in that small skin sack - scores, hundreds, thousands, millions or billions. And how many of them had been hit by those whipping branch. What did Nature mean when she made this sack so vulnerable. What did she... or is that the answer? SHE! She was she, that is a female. Nature couldn't have balls because Nature is she, she must have a womb and a pussy to give birth to everyone and everything. So she did it just for kicks, I mean giving the males balls, hanging outside. That was a real pun - giving balls for kicks.

I tried to hide my balls and penis between my legs but pressed my legs a bit harder than my injured testicles could endure. I gave out a painful scream, grasped my balls in the right hand while trying to catch the balance with the left arm. Not to let myself fall I pressed the spare hand against the mirror. I released my balls to watch again their reflection. How I wished I could see there a neat slit between my legs. Alas, no way. The same penis and testicles. My weak testicles I had gotten hurt today. And not a girl had witnessed it. What a waste, all the pain in vain. I always felt the need of having my balls hurt and abused by girls. It was something within me, this special, strange kind of need. Or within my balls? My balls? I guessed my balls hated me. How snug most men keep their precious balls in their pants, how comfy those balls feel while dangling between their legs. But not mine. No doubt they hated me. And one more reason for their hatred was my keen wish to get them whipped again, but this time before some girls. And soon an idea entered my head...

The next day I, Nick, Nina and her girlfriend Cathy met on a playground. I suggested that we play tag. All agreed.

The playground was surrounded with thick bushes. So when I was it I kept chasing one of the girls until she escaped from me in the bushes and then I just ran after her through the bushes, being aware of the perfidious nature of shrubs and in the hope that my balls got whipped again. But whenever I was following a girl in the bushes, their branches lashed my thighs, tummy, chest, face but never my groin. The branches were really perfidious. Every time I came out of the bushes I got crazier and crazier. I so badly wanted my balls get whipped but every my attempt had failed.

I halted to take some repose and then my eye caught the sight of the beam situated in the center of the playground. Nina happened to stand upon it. It was my chance now. If not whipping, then something even more hurting. Up along the slanted plank I ran to the top of the beam, Nina jumped down to escape my touch and there was nothing left for me to do but fake a slip of my foot and let my body, my legs astride, fell onto the beam. To be correct to land on my poor testicles. My balls at once got pressed between the weight of my body and the wood of the beam. Another second and I was beneath the beam, rolling in agony on the ground.

This time there was o envy within me, no thoughts of the opposite sex genitalia advantages. The only thing I wanted was to die. The pain was a real destroyer. It pierced my body from the groin up to the head. I didn't hear the girls laugh, though no doubt they were laughing. One can blame them of extreme cruelty for laughing at the moments when I wanted to die. But it was not their fault at all. Nature meant it. She meant it when she bestowed the males with vulnerable testicles. She meant it that when a guy would be writhing in testicular agony there would be females realizing their advantage of not having those balls and feeling satisfied with Nature's decision. A funny decision. Nature meant it. As well as I meant it when I let my groin land on the beam. I meant that there would be two girls hysterically laughing at my pain and sufferings. Nature does everything on purpose. She meant it when she gave the elephant a trunk to help it in reaching the food. She meant it when she gave the monkey a tail to help in climbing the trees. And she meant it giving the males vulnerable balls. She meant fun and advantage for the females. Why? Because Nature is a female. And if so, she must have a vagina not a pair of balls. And she meant it that there always would be some guy like me, discontented with what she'd given him and always be letting girls to have fun with his balls.

I didn't know how long it took me to hear the first sounds around and of course those sounds were the girls' laughter. As soon (and it was not soon actually) as I heard the first words, I realized the girls were discussing the vulnerability of the guy's testicles.

"It hurts them so bad," was Cathy's voice, "when their balls hit, they can't control their body, just like Pete now. Even a light hit makes their balls hurt a lot."

"Sure, I know it." replied Nina's voice. "It's nice we don't have balls."

"Yeah, no doubt. Because of their balls boys don't do the leg split as well as girls."

"It's a lie," exclaimed Nick's voice, "I do the leg split perfectly."

"Then show us," Nina dared the boy.

And Tom started performing a leg split not far from me. When his crotch was about an inch above the ground, he stopped. It seemed that his limbs were not enough supple to complete the performance.

"Let's help him!" Nina exclaimed. The girls jumped up to Nick and forcefully pushed his both shoulders down. His groin slammed the ground just before my eyes.

"Oooooh, balls, balls, balls!" Nick wailed in some mad mixture of cry and moan, while lying on the ground and repeating the word corresponding to the teen's naked pics free organs he was clutching in his hands.

"You said you did it perfectly," Cathy teased the boy.

"You, bitches, I could do it myself," he replied painfully, "Oh, it hurts so..."

"Sure it hurts," said Cathy, "it hurts because you are a boy and have balls between your legs. Now see!"

And Cathy (who wore a tight pants) did a hard leg split just in front of Nick's face.

"See how I do it without balls between my legs," the girl stated triumphantly.

At those words Nina started pressing hard Cathy's shoulders down.

"Wow, see, Nick," Cathy was giggling, "there's no pain at all, why are you such a cry baby? That's because you have balls and I don't."

Cathy got up, turned around to face me and did another leg split just before my face.

"Look, it's good when you are a girl, ain't it, Pete?" she beamed at me gleefully.

That was killing me. Her cheerful voice, her leg split, her smooth groin. What a torture! It was the thing I so missed yesterday in the woods - some girl making me envy so badly. Oh, girl, please keep on making me insane with my envy. And as if hearing my mental plead, Cathy raised her body high above the ground and abruptly hit the ground again with her groin. Then did it again and once again. Oh, she made me hate my testicles, the testicles that already hated me. The envy fully engulfed my body, it was killing me more than the pain in my miserable balls. I wanted my balls to burst with pain before my body explode with strangling envy.

Cathy got up and her tights pants got stuck in her groin slit. I clearly saw the line of her genitalia slit. How I wished my genitalia, my groin looked the same, like that slit that I could see on her groin. Oh, Mother Nature, why all this torture, why? I kept on staring at Cathy's groin. Please, don't adjust those pants, please don't. Just let me envy that slit between your legs more and more. I wanna have the same thing, the same slit. If I had it I could get up and perform the same leg split before the lying Nick. To make him desperately envy me, like I now envied Cathy. She adjusted the groin part of her pants. Oh, Cathy, please do something more to make my envy explode. Cathy, please do show me how I'm miserable is just one more time.

She must have read my thoughts. She slapped hardly her groin.

"See, Pete, no balls at all in my spa's nude girl Pictures for nudists pants," she gave out a mocking laugh. "Think it's an advantage over you, guys," she teased me again and playfully slapped Nina's groin.

Damn, Nina didn't even possessed the reflex, the flinching reaction all we guys have when we see some object moving toward our groins. No doubt I was going crazy, crazy of my envy, crazy of those girls slapping their groins, making leg splits, jumping naked in lakes, watering their groins with water squirts, all those girls putting ping-pong balls in their pants for fun, all those girls kicking, kneeing, slapping, punching, whipping, squeezing, flicking my poor balls and then laughing at my weakness. The girls having a pussy. The girls knowing I wanted to have a pussy like them.

I envied them all. And the envy was driving me insane. And my jealous eye again caught the tantalizing sight of Cathy's pants stuck in her slit. Her slit, not mine. Damn...

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