Snip Snip story preview, by Caligula
'The following is a sample from a much longer story that I wrote some time ago. I'm willing to trade the entire story, which is quite graphic and quite long for another new original family ball-busting story. (mom/son, brother/sister, etc) The story submitted MUST be original and family oriented and new. Please do not send me someone else's work. Looking for stories of similar length as to what I wrote in my postings below (Mom's Ball-Busting Videos Inc and Paying My Sister Part 2)...one paragraph long submissions will be ignored I'm afraid. Email submissions to: caligula31@hotmail.com'
.......The next day was Saturday, and the family was enjoying a day in the backyard. Felice was sunning herself on a lawn chair, her sunglasses covering her closed eyes. Of a sudden she heard a pause in the normal commotion of her children’s antics followed by stifled giggles and a squeak and soft moan. She opened her eyes and took in the activity happening not more than 20 feet from her, being careful not to let her children know she had opened her eyes or was aware of their mischief. (she had her sunglasses on and her eyes were shielded from view)
Jeff was standing bent over with his hands trying to cover his crotch but Katie holding his arms from behind and preventing him from doing so, his eyes looking pleadingly for his mother to awaken and intervene. Sabrina stood in front of him also watching their mother for some sign of movement. Felice scanned down Sabrina’s body to her feet to see she was wearing firm jogging shoes, as was Katie. Ouch! That must have hurt, thought Felice. It was obvious that Sabrina had just initiated Jeff into the pain of being kicked in the balls, and now all eyes were looking in her direction to see if she would get involved. She decided to pretend to still be asleep and see where things would go.
Sabrina turned back to her brother and let loose with another kick to Jeff’s balls. She got him dead on with the toe of her jogger and he fell to the ground. Now Katie stepped over her brother’s prostate form and launched a kick to his nuts, scoring a direct hit. The girls now alternated kicking Jeff in his balls and only stopped when he vomited on the ground. They both looked at each other and said in unison, “Gross!” and went back to kicking his nuts over and over and over again. Jeff wasn’t even moving anymore but just lay there, accepting the kicks as if his body were a lifeless sack of sand.
Felice made a mental note to tell her daughters to go easy on their brother’s balls in future but for right now just watched in contentment as her children all played together.
Eventually, after about 20 minutes of kicking Jeff nonstop in the balls, the girls tired of the ballgame and ran happily into the house to enjoy the air conditioning and talk to each other about how fun it was to bust their brother’s balls. Felice waited a good 10 minutes before getting out of her seat and walking over to her son. He was breathing regularly and so she left him there, his face resting in his own puke, and she walked away with her flip-flops slapping the bottoms of her feet and also went inside the house........
Jodie and Knave, By: Caligula
Jodie was out enjoying her daily jog. She was 25 years old and loved to work out and show off her magnificent body. Her breasts being especially large seemed to attract the most attention. She knew they were jiggling right now, much to the delight of the men passing her on her run and then envy of the women, or so she supposed based on the nasty glares she got from them. She suspected many of them secretly wanted to bang her too, but that would be reserved for her boyfriend, if ever she met one that could handle her. Jodie was a true ball-buster. Not in the sense that she hated men, but that she thought kicking men in the balls was funny. She enjoyed it, but it also frightened off most potential male suitors.
Her present roommate, Knave, was no stranger to Jodie’s playful ways. Knave was also 25 and worked with Jodie at the ballet. One time Jodie publicly busted Knave’s balls during a recital of the Nutcracker Suite, landing on them “en pointe” tippy-toe style as he lay prostrate on the floor. Another time she caught him exercising naked and for no good reason other than sheer boredom, she snuck up behind him and kicked him square between the legs. If it was a wonder to anyone why Knave stayed living with Jodie, it was because he had a secret of his own…he had a sock fetish, and Jodie indulged him. To that end she had been wearing the same pair of socks for a week straight for her morning jog, unbeknownst to Knave. She had stayed out jogging longer than usual to make certain that today they would be extra moist and just what the doctor ordered.
She veered off the paved pathway and started to cut through the park, a short cut on the way to the apartment she shared with Knave. As she ran thinking about the fun she would have when she got home a ball came flying out of the brush and bounced to a stop a short distance in front of her. A teenage boy, she was uncertain as to his exact age, came chasing after it. Jodie quickly glanced around and saw that no one else was nearby and thought she’d have a quick joke at this young boy’s expense. She snatched up the ball and held it over head, teasing the boy.
“Can I have my ball back?”
“Which ball are you talking about?” asked Jodie.
“The one you’re holding. My sister and I were playing catch and she threw it over my head.”
“Oh THAT ball…I thought you meant a different kind of ball.” The boy had the decency to look confused. “Do you like football?” she asked.
“Yup.”
“I like football too.”
The boy gave her a look like she was lying. “Girls don’t like football. Football is for boys. My sister doesn’t like football.”
“Oh I bet your sister would like football the way I play it.” Jodie smiled. “Would you like to see how I play football?”
“Sure. I guess.” The boy didn’t sound convinced.
Jodie handed the ball back to the youngster. “Hold it over your head like I did. That’s right. Now spread your legs like a quarterback. Good. Now when you say HIKE I’ll introduce you to foot…ball. I’ll show you how I kick a proper field goal.”
The boy, being an innocent fella, did as he was told. “HIKE!”
Jodie used her ballet trained legs and lifted her right foot off the ground, punting the boy in the balls with the toe of her running shoe full force. “Goal! Two points for me!”
The boy released the ball he was holding over his head and slowly slumped to the ground, crying openly. Jodie for her part was laughing at the kid’s condition. She lifted her foot in the air and brought her heel smashing down on the colorful ball he and his sister had been playing with. It popped under her foot in front of the boy’s face. He vomited and she laughed.
“You’re a good sport!” laughed Jodie as she continued on her way. She looked back in time to see his sister come rushing out of the woods, take a look at the deflated ball and yell at her still crying brother.
“You broke our ball!” With that his very own sister kicked him in the nuts three of four times, apparently not aware of the damage she was causing. Kids were so innocent. Jodie smiled. The boy wretched again. “Now there aren’t any more balls!” the sister yelled.
Jodie giggled to herself as she ran on. It was funny how the sister’s comment was so right on the mark without her intending it to be. Well, the boy would probably look back on this one day and see just how funny it all was. Jodie was certain of that.
SATURDAY, APRIL 7, 2007
Sugar and Spice
This was a story I started but never finished. Anyone care to take a stab at it? Might be worth a trade if it's good.
Sugar and Spice
By: Caligula
Alan was 12 years old and in the 7th grade. He was a bit of a scrawny boy and didn’t make friends easily, unlike his older sister. Kristen had just turned 14 and was in the 8th grade attending the same school as her younger brother. She was a pretty blonde that anyone could see was going to be a real knockout as she got older. Not only did she possess killer legs but she also had big bouncy breasts that made all boys and men drool and lust after. It was lunchtime recess and Alan was spying on his sister. Since he didn’t have many friends he had nothing better to do with his time except to pry into his sister’s business and watch her pretty girlfriends as they gossiped and talked about boys. This day was different however as this time the girls were in the company of a boy that was in Alan’s class…Sam was his name. Sam was well liked by the girls in his class but what were 8th graders doing wasting their time with a 7th grader? Alan watched from a distance as the small group of three girls and Sam sneaked around the side of the school building, well out of sight of the teachers. Alan waited a few minutes before making his own covert move and hiding in his secret spot behind a big leafy bush from where he could watch his sister unobserved. What Alan saw shocked him. His sister was kissing Sam! An 8th grader kissing a 7th grader? It was unheard of! The other two girls, who Alan now recognized as his sister’s friends Carrie and Tracy, moved behind the boy and suddenly grabbed his arms. Sam obviously thought some sort of game was being played as he grinned rather sheepishly and allowed himself to be held. Alan watched, not able to believe the scene that was unfolding before his eyes. Kristen blew Sam a kiss and waved at him, then ran up to the bound boy and kicked him square in the nuts with the toe of her sneaker. Alan bent double at the waist, feeling sympathy pains for poor old Sam. Sam meanwhile collapsed to the ground as if he’d been shot. A high-pitched moan started to escape his lips but was quickly cut short as Tracey planted her ass over his face, muffling his cries for help and pity. With the help of Tracey’s butt they managed to get Sam onto his back where Carrie took her turn nailing the helpless boy in the balls with her foot. Sam went limp under Tracey and she got up, looking down at their victim. All of the girls were laughing and noticed that Sam had passed out. Tracey stomped down on his groin three times with the heel of her shoe, which was followed up by Kristen with one final kick between his splayed legs. This time Kristen’s hand shot to her mouth in a sign of surprise and the other girls asked what happened between fits of laughter.
“It felt funny that time,” said Kristen, “like something popped!”
“Oh shit!” said Carrie, “Let’s get out of here quick!”
Alan remained in hiding, too shocked to move or speak. He watched his sister and her two hot friends run back onto the playground, disappearing into the crowd. It all made sense now. Recently there had been many attacks on the playground of young boys getting kicked in the testicles but no one had stepped forward to name a culprit…not even the victims. Now he knew who the assailant was…his very own sister! Alan looked at the unconscious form of Sam one last time, shuddered slightly, and walked back to the playground determined to tell their mother his sister’s secret and get her in massive trouble.
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