Handsy Yoga Instructor Gets a Lesson in Pussy Superiority (Previously posted on ballbusting stories, but now with WAY MORE PUSSY ENVY)
Erotica had become completely hooked on yoga. Three times a week she attended Marco’s “exclusive advanced flexibility class” at a small studio downtown. Marco was a sleazy, charismatic instructor in his late 30s who always wore a gold speedo to show off his big bulge.
He had asked Erotica to stay after to work on a "special stretch".
“Alright, Erotica, let’s really open those hips,” Marco said with a devious smirk.“ Deep forward fold. Bend all the way down. Yes, just like that.”
Erotica innocently bent over deeply in her tight black yoga shorts, her big, round ass pushing out toward him. The fabric stretched and was so tight that it was deep between her cheeks.
Marco stepped right behind her. While pretending to adjust her form, he placed both hands on her plump ass and squeezed firmly, groping her shamelessly.
“Mmm, yes, feel that stretch,” he murmured, his fingers digging into her soft cheeks as he “guided” her deeper.
Erotica, sweet and trusting as always, thought it was normal hands-on teaching.
“Is this right, Marco?” she asked.
“Oh yeah, perfect,” he groaned, openly groping her ass now, his thumbs brushing over her her pussy through the thin fabric.
From the doorway, Persephone, one of Erotica’s fellow strippers at The Tenderloins, watched the entire thing. Persephone was tall, raven-haired, and much more street-smart than her innocent friend.
She stepped into the studio quietly, arms crossed.
“Wow, real professional teaching methods you got there, Marco,” she said loudly.
Marco quickly pulled his hands away and turned to Persophone, revealing the massive pulsating tent in his speedo. Erotica straightened up, blinking in confusion.
“Persephone? What are you doing here?”
Persephone giggled at Marco's male genitalia, how ungainly his big hanging balls were, and how ridiculous his big jittering cock looked. "I heard some shit about your instructor." She walked straight up to Marco.
He gave her a mean look and said, "This is a private lesson. Am I gonna have toss you out like the trash you are?" He leaned out his hips, as if his cock and balls were supposed to intimate her, but they only made her laugh.
"You don't seem to understand how vulnerable your pathetic genitalia makes you. "Her hand shot forward and grabbed his balls in a crushing grip.
Marco’s eyes bulged as his upper body lunged forward.
“Wha-?!” He thought, 'Oh fuck! My precious balls!'
Persephone squeezed mercilessly, her fingers clamping down without regard to permanent damage. She twisted his helpless balls.
“You're not gonna grope my friend’s ass and get away with it, you sleazy fuck!”
Marco let out a high-pitched squeal, his body shaking. The pain was unbearable, making it clear to him how pathetic his manhood really was, rather than something to show off.
Persephone kept her grip tight, squeezing and twisting his balls with vengeful satisfaction. She loved the physical feeling of squeezing men's balls regardless, but knowing they deserved it added to the pleasure.
Erotica gasped. “Persephone! What are you doing?!”
“He was molesting your ass while pretending to teach you yoga,” Persephone said coldly, still crushing his balls. “I watched the whole thing.”
Marco was whimpering pathetically, tears running down his face.
“Please- my balls- I’m sorry- I’ll stop!” he begged, his voice cracking.
"Not so tough now, huh?" While rubbing her smooth pussy into his still hard cock, she said, "Seems like you're starting to understand out massive advantage."
Persephone slammed her pussy into his cock, making him yelp. She smiled darkly and squeezed even harder, her fingers and palm clamping so hard his nuts deformed.
“You’re not just going to stop,” she said. “You’re never going to feel the need again. I'm so glad you men have these off switches.”
With a final twist, one that used so much strength it made her groan, Persephone popped both of his balls.
POP. POP.
The two audible popping sounds were only a second apart. Erotica flinched from each pop with her mouth wide open. She thought, 'Wow, just like that she popped his balls and ruined his life. I didn't realize just how pathetic males are because of what's between their legs.'
With how much force was used and how fragile his big nuts were, it was certainly overkill. Persophone savored the sensation of his manhood squishing into pulpy juice in her hand.
Marco screamed a broken wail and collapsed completely to the floor, curling into a tight ball. Still very much conscious, he sobbed uncontrollably knowing his beloved balls were destroyed.
Erotica covered her mouth in shock, staring at her friend.
“Persephone, you- you popped them?”
Persephone wiped the nut-sweat on her hand off on Marco’s hair. While making eye contact with Marco, she grabbed her crotch in leggings, and feigned an expression of woe, just to taunt him. She then laughed at him.
“He deserved it, and he should have known better with such a glaring weakness between his legs.” she said flatly.
She turned to the still-sobbing Marco on the floor.
“If I ever see you near Erotica again, I'll stomp on whatever little bits of nut you have left.” With one final insult, she leaned out her hips and wiggled her pussy at him as if to say, "Glad I don't have your male curse."
Persephone walked over to Erotica and gently took her arm.
“Come on, sweetie. Let's go give some lapdances while talking shit about our friends."
Erotica glanced back at Marco, who was still curled up crying on the studio floor.
Erotica looked to her colleague with a grateful expression. "Was that the first time you've popped a man's balls?"
"Hell no, I even popped two pairs on my way here."
"Why?" Erotica asked.
"Couple guys were ahead of me in line for a vending machine."
Erotica laughed, wondering if she was serious.