School Fighting Day

***Fairly hardcore!***

School Fighting Day, By Agua

In our school, boys and girls were taught in separated classes. One day, we were in the age of 17 or 18, the boys provoked the girls, "You got a nice pussy. I would like to screw you!"

The girls discussed a little while and explained, "You can take one of our girls if you guys are able to defeat us in a fight. If we win, we are allowed to screw one of you." The boys didn't really understand what this meant, but agreed.

The next day ten couples, consisting of one boy and one girl, stood ready to fight. All the girls wore a dark blue bikini (top and slip) and nothing else. The boys all had black Lycra bicycling tights on, neither a slip under it nor a T-shirt. Three boys were afraid of unfair fighting techniques and additionally wore a protective cup, a simple hard plastic cup that they had put into their tights. Honestly speaking, all the girls and boys looked young, slim and somehow hot.

1. The first couple of one girl and one boy started the fight. She could clearly see the position of his balls from the bulge of his Lycra tights. As he was somewhat stronger than she was, he simply threw her down. She laid now on her back, the boy sitting on her stomach. Her hand went between his widely straddled legs and grabbed his boyhood. The boy moaned as she squeezed his balls and he quickly surrendered. As a sign of victory, she took his pants, which she wore now over her bikini slip.

2. Now all the boys knew what tactic the girls planned to apply. Therefore, the next boy didn't want to play long games with her but finish the fight quickly. He thought to fight as unfair as the girls did. After the fight started, he immediately kicked her in the groin. She groaned with pain, her hands cupped her aching pussy. She had lost the fight and the boy took her bikini slip to wear over his Lycra tights. The boys were yelling and applauding as he took her slip.

3. The next boy had a cup. After the glorious victory of his mate, he felt invincible with his groin protector. The girl could clearly recognize he was wearing a cup from the large and homogenous bulge in his pants. She knew she had to act quickly. She approached him very quickly and, before the boy could even react, her hand went down into his shorts under the cup. It took her just a second to find and grab one ball. As she squeezed it, the boy had a stupid expression in his face but couldn't say or do anything. The other girls shouted, “CRUSH!” By this victory, the girls had captured another boy's pants and - even more important - a cup! For the girls, the captured cup was the proof that they could easily win, even against protected boys.

4. The cup was handed over to the next girl who put it into her bikini slip. (Against a direct kick or blow, a cup offers good protection for a girl, too!) The boy, who didn't wear a protector, didn't care about the clearly visible bulge in her slip and ran against her to throw her down. She fell onto her back, the boy on top of her. When they hit the ground, the boy's balls made hard contact with her cup. He groaned. The girl quickly put her legs around his hips and started to tear him back and forth over her cup so that his balls were well crushed. Not only the weight of his own body but also the tractive power of the girl's legs pressed upon his balls that were trapped between his body and her cup. After 10 or 20 seconds, the boy slipped into unconsciousness. Some of the girls got wet at this sight. What excited them most was that boys could be broken with their own protective armament. After the girl took his bicycling tights, the naked and unconscious boy was tugged off the wrestling area by his comrades.

5. Now both fought without protection. Somehow they got into a 69-position, i.e. the face of either was in the crotch of the other. From the smell of her pussy, the boy got a stiff dick. His hard cock was directly in front of her nose, so she simply bit into it. The boy was roaring with pain and surrendered. Another boy was naked, while a girl wore his pants.

6. The next boy had a cup. The girl didn't wear one, but she had already an idea how to crack a protected guy. She approached him quickly and tried to pull down his pants. She succeeded only partly as his Lycra shorts were too tight. But at least his cup was a bit out of position. She held him at his hips and rammed her knee twice or thrice into his crotch. Every time his cup jumped against his groin and made a hollow sound, “Plop! Plop!” But even though his cup was not fixed properly and the hits were very unpleasant, her attacks were not as painful and effective as she thought them to be. The boy just pretended to have a lot of pain and let himself fall on his back. As he laid there, his balls cupped with his hands, the girl positioned herself standing, grinning with widely spread legs, over him. Suddenly, the boy's foot kicked her full force between her legs!

The girl moaned; her hands tried to cover her aching slit; she went down on her knees. The boy jumped up, making a victory pose. He rearranged his cup and pants and was already about to take her slip. But the fight wasn't over yet! Though in agony, the girl was willing to crack this guy and win this fight. She defended and both were fighting on the ground now. They were in a 66-position (the classic love position) with him on her so that she couldn't attack his boyhood. Her arm was free to grab his back and to go from behind into his sweatpants, but too short to reach for his balls. But at least she could grab an edge of his cup! With three or four sudden and powerful jerks, she pulled his cup out of his pants. At every jerk the boy groaned with pain. Now his most sensitive part was unprotected! The girl threw the cup to the other girls who yelled and applauded. The boy was so surprised by her action that she could partly break free from his hold. But when she tried to stand up, he could clasp her from behind and pull her down, so that she was now on him with her back on his breast while he lay with his back to the ground. His hands unpleasantly squeezed her tits. Suddenly the girl stamped her heel into his groin! He roared with pain. Now the girl stood up and positioned herself between his spread legs. She fell on her knees so that her knee crushed his balls. The last thing he heard was that all girls shouted, “POP!” before he slipped into unconsciousness. The naked boy was pulled away by his mates while the girls triumphed for having the cup and the tight pants captured.

7. The next couple fought without protective armament. He managed to get her into 66-position (love position) so that she couldn't attack his sac. With one hand, he held her so that she couldn't move; his other hand found the way around her butt to her pussy. His fingers got under her slip, entered her slit and started to stir around unpleasantly. She moaned with pain and started to squirm and writhe. She was already about to surrender when she remembered that even a boy has a pussy - his asshole! Her free arm went to his back and down into his pants; her fingers entered and attacked his asshole. The expression of superiority and arrogance in the boy's face was replaced by disbelief and surprise at first and later by pain. His fingers immediately released her pussy. Like her before, now the boy was writhing in pain. To get rid of her, he turned sideward, involuntarily offering her his unprotected crotch. With a full force blow of her fist to his groin, the girl finished and won the fight. The boy got sick and some liquid droplets escaped from his cock. The girl proudly presented the droplets of piss or precum - or whatever she had beaten out of him - to the other girls.

8. The girl recognized that the boy was wearing a cup but she was sure she could handle it. The boy quickly attacked her and threw her down so that he laid in the classic sex position on her. Again, he was too close to her to be attacked by hand or knee. As he laid on her, she could hardly move. Additionally, his cup pressed upon her groin area and caused her major pain. In her desperation, she whispered to the boy in his ear that she found him cute and sexy and would like to feel his cock in her slit. She started to kiss him intensively and he replied. The boy now started to move rhythmically back and forth. She was able to push him gently sideward. From the huge bulge in his tights, she could recognize that he had a stiff one and that his hard cock had already moved his cup out of position. That was her chance! As a cup protects best against attacks from front, but is relatively weak at blows from below or side, she hit several times full power sideward against the cup. With every hit, the cup jumped sideward and his nuts were crushed. This way, the girls captured the last protective cup of the boy’s team, as well as another Lycra short, which the girl wore as sign of victory over her slip.

9. The captured cup was given to the next girl; maybe she could repeat the technique used against boy #4. Her opponent was very careful, as he had well seen what had happened to boy #4. Somehow he was able to get her down on her breast while he lay with his breast on her back in a kind of 69-position. So his face was close to her cute butt and his balls were in an unreachable position somewhere on her neck. His hand went between her legs under her slip and cup where it tortured her pussy. Finally, she had to surrender as she could neither break free nor attack his sac. The boys applauded and yelled in triumph as at least one cup could be reconquered.

10. For the last and decisive fight, both teams equipped their fighter with a protective cup. (Even for the girl it was important to protect her groin.) The boy additionally wore the captured bikini slip over his Lycra tights to provide better fit for his cup. After short standing fight, both lay in a 66 love position. Their cups were positioned side by side and were a kind of interlocked. By pushing him sideward, the girl tried to bring the boy's cup out of fit. In fact, the lateral pressure on his cup caused the boy extreme discomfort, but he could break free and pull her around so that she was now over him. His hand got into her slip under her cup where he with his fingers tortured both her pussy and asshole. (Seemed the boy had learned from girl #7!) She moaned with pain, but didn't surrender. With a sudden move, she could break free and jump up. As the boy had held her before, he was pulled upward by her jump and was now on his knees in front of her. With her leg, she kicked to his groin, but the kick was absorbed by the cup. His hand went to her bikini slip, pulled it sideward so that the cup fell out. Now she was unprotected! With his hand, the boy hit her full force into her slit. The girl covered her crotch with her hands and bent over. With a destroying fist blow to her tits, the boy finished and won the fight. The girl lay in agony holding her pussy and breast.

Balance of the fights: The boys could only win three of ten fights. Two boys (#4 and #6) had to go to hospital as one ball was ruptured. One of the next days, the girls claimed to screw one boy since they had won the majority of fights and that was how it was agreed some days ago. The girls choose boy #7 for he was a real hottie. He had to bow over a table; two girls pressed his chest on the table and held him. Another girl came from behind, pulled down his pants – and suddenly she screwed him from behind! He couldn't believe it! She had buckled on a plastic cock like the one you could buy in any sex shop! While the girl was raping him, he was moaning and crying with pain and humiliation. He was violated by a girl! The other boys didn't say anything, but everybody was happy that it wasn't his ass-pussy, which was bumped and ground.

Another School Fighting Day

Some weeks after the fighting event, the boys claimed revenge and the girls agreed another fight. Every team consisted of 5 couples of 2 fighters, so that always 2 boys had to fight against 2 girls. As a rule it was accepted that every team was allowed to have 3 groin protectors. Thus, all 10 girls wore a dark blue bikini composed of a bra and a thong slip, whereby 3 of them had a female groin protector (a so-called pelvic guard) under their slip. This pelvic guard is a narrow foam-rubber strip which goes from the stomach down between the legs. Even though it is light and flexible, it adsorbs direct hits nicely. On the backside it is fixed with two rubber strips going from the pussy right and left side over the butt back to the front. -- The boys recognized that none of the girls took care for breast protection.

The boys just wore dark blue sparkling nylon shorts and underneath it a jockstrap of the same color. No shoes, no shirts. The shorts ended where the legs start and were so tiny that without jockstrap the privates of at least some guys would have hung out of the short! The girls were happy to see this as these shorts would insure them an easy access to the boy’s privates. Many of the girls really wanted to wear them, too. And they were sure, they would get them! According to the rules, 3 boys had a hard plastic cup in their jockstraps. Now the fight could start:

1. At the first fight, the boys fought without protector as the boy-team was afraid to lose one of the precious cups already in the first fight. One girl, however, wore a pelvic guard. The boys attacked this girl at first. One of them held her from behind while the other boy ran from front against her. She stomped with her heel between the legs of her opponent behind her. With the same foot she gave the attacking boy in front of her a direct groin kick. Both boys went to ground, moaning and holding their balls. While the boys lay down in pain, the girls were giggling and making fun of them. But the fight wasn’t over yet. After they had recovered from the pain, the boys got up and each of them attacked one girl now. The first boy got the protected girl into a sweatbox holding her head with both arms in the height of his right hip. As her arms were free, she grabbed with her left hand from behind between his slightly spread legs and started to squeeze his balls. In order to revenge, his right arm -- by now holding her head -- went to her butt and further to her pussy. But there was nothing to grab at! Additionally, he couldn’t reach under her cunt protector! While his hand was still rubbing her ass looking for a target, she kept on squeezing his nuts. She knew very well that no boy can stand this technique longer than some 30 seconds. Breathing and staying conscious became more and more difficult to him; he could even hardly recognize his surrounding anymore. Finally, she finished the fight by a hit with her other, right fist to his groin. The boy was completely messed-up and slipped into consciousness.

Meanwhile, the other boy was more successful and had the other girl under control. The feeling of superiority excited him sexually, so that he took out his hard cock and started to rape her. To enter her slit was not difficult as the narrow thong slip could be easily pulled sideward. The girl simply let it happen as she couldn’t defend at the moment, anyway. Additionally, she knew that boys get tired after tossing off. And so it was: After his orgasm, the boy was suddenly silent and powerless. Now, she started her revenge against his naked nut sack. Without listening to his requests and high-pitch wails she merciless squeezed him dry till the boy lost consciousness. After both boys were defeated, the girls captured their nylon shorts and even the jockstraps. The naked and unconscious boys had to be pulled off the ring by their mates.

2. The next girls wore the captured sparkling nylon shorts over their thong slips. One of them had a pelvic guard under her slip. The boys got nervous to see their female opponents in the uniform of their own, now naked mates. One of the boys had a cup in his jockstrap. The unprotected boy attacked the protected girl, and due to his higher physical strength he controlled her in the beginning: In a standing fight he tried to get her down. He had already forced her to bend over, and his breast pressed on her back. But suddenly he felt an elbow between his legs. Two or three times, her elbow hit hard his groin. For a boy, this technique is so incredible painful that he is unable to move or fight. Finally, the boy went down to his knees paralyzed with pain. Now, she wanted to help her friend who had major difficulties against the “cupped” guy: He had forced her to the ground into a kind of 69-position and tortured her pussy. His cup pressed her face and prevented her from biting his privates. Despite his protector she could smell the typical odor of a boy’s crotch. As his legs weighed on her arms, she couldn’t defend. So the other, successful girls wanted to support her. But when she approached the fighting couple, the boy who was already on the ground suddenly attacked her from behind. With a cuff of the edge of her hand to the boy’s groin (chop from behind), she sent him to the ground again where he laid in agony for the rest of the fight. Now, she finally could help her friend who was already crying with pain. From behind she grabbed underneath the boy’s short, jockstrap and protector and started to work on his balls. (Girls call this technique "nut claw".) The boy began to moan and to make funny convulsions, but he couldn’t do anything about it. The girl, who was by now in a hopeless position, could break free and felt now her superiority as the boy had obviously no chance against two girls.

Now the girls applied a technique which they had already trained in advance, the "boy-sandwich": The boy was turned sideward so that he lay between the two girls like a piece of meat in a sandwich. One girl held him from behind while the other -- formerly tortured -- girl cared for his protective cup. She took it out of his jockstrap and after showing it to her applauding team she put it into her bikini slip. The boy knew very well what would happen now. The girl with the cup lay down on her back, and the boy was forced to lay down on her. The girls made sure that his balls were positioned on her cup. Now the other girl sat on his butt and started to ride on the boy so that his nuts were ground between his body and the cup. After some seconds, the game was over for the boy. He was only dead meat; his eggs were crushed by his own egg-cup! His nicely sparkling gym shorts started to get moist with some droplets from his cock. The girl with his cup now stripped down his shorts and jockstrap. The sight of his shriveled cock and some cum drooling from it made her feel complete. Both girls were happy to have another two shorts and jockstraps plus their first cup captured!

3. Now, both girls were equipped with a female groin protector and boy-shorts of course. The girl-team could easily afford to equip its fighters well because they still had 3 female guards and 1 boy-cup. However, only one of the boys was protected. Both girls attacked the protected (“cupped”) boy and didn’t care for the other one. One of the girls held the guy from behind while the other girl kneed him again and again into the groin so that his cup made a hollow plop sound with every hit. But their technique was not so effective as the girls thought and as one would have guessed from the loud plops, because most of the force was absorbed by the cup. The boy suddenly freed his arms and grabbed for the pelvic guard of the girl behind him: With a powerful jerk he pulled it so high that the rubber strings which fixed the guard on the back cut like a knife deeply into her slit. (For a boy, this would be called a major wedgie!) She went to her knees holding her aching pussy. The other, unprotected guy who was not attacked by now, cared for her: She was unable to defend when the boy took her boy-short, bikini thong and pelvic guard. Meanwhile the other (protected) boy fought against the other girl. Both combatants wore groin protectors so that several kicks, knees and fist cuffs showed only minor effect on both sides. But as he was somewhat stronger than her, he was able to get her down so that he was sitting between her spread legs while she lay on her back. This way, she was unable to close her legs, and the boy stared amazed at her exposed crotch around which the sparkling nylon short nicely tightened. Though fascinated from this view he attacked her exposed pussy: The boy simply pushed her pelvic guard sideward so that his hand could enter and torture her pussy. He dug his thumbnail into her clit. As his fingers worked her clit even harder, she winced and moaned. After a short time she surrendered so that both girls lost their thong slips, shorts and pelvic guards.

4. The girl-team had now only one pelvic guard left which one of the girls wore. The other girl simply took the captured boy-cup from fight #2. -- For a girl it’s easy to protect her groin with a boy-cup while the captured pelvic guards were useless for the boys. Again, both girls wore captured boy-shorts, even though one of them was still somewhat wet from the crushed boy of fight #2. To have some reserves in case of a lost fight, the boy-team armed only one of their fighters with a cup. The unprotected boy who had to fight against the girl with cup was very afraid of the "hard bulge" in her thong slip as he still remembered very well what had happened to his mate in fight #2. His fear made him fight ineffectively so that she got him to the ground where he laid on his back. She stood over him and held his legs, each one with one arm. He urgently requested her not to do what she planned, by she simply replied him that this is a chance she couldn’t miss. Then, she held his legs well spread and stomped with her leg 2 or 3 times full force into his groin. Immediately, the game was over for this boy! He slipped into consciousness and even started to piss! The girls had already seen that same liquid drops could come out of a boy’s dick after a powerful strike to his privates, but never this! Meanwhile, the other couple fought on the ground. The girl lay on her back; the boy was on his knees bent over her and his hands weighed like iron on their arms, so that she was unable to break free. With her knee she slammed several times against his crotch. His cup jumped at every strike, and even though this situation was unpleasant to him, it was not threatening. To finish this and to put her under pressure, his knee went from the ground in between her legs and lasted now on her crotch. But because of her good protection (pelvic guard) she hardly recognized this. The boy needed a fast idea how to crack this girl! And suddenly he got it: Why attacking her armed groin while her breast was unguarded? With his fist he slammed full force against her tits. (Boys often underestimate the fatal effect of this technique on a girl, because boys are only sensitive between the legs.) The effect on the girl was fatal! After these two fights, one boy was unconscious and pissed wet while one girl laid in agony holding her tits. So there were only two fighters left, both equipped with a boy-cup and a boy-short. "Why not repeat what worked out fine?" thought the boy, and started the fight with a direct fist cuff against her tits. The girl was surprised and in pain so that she couldn’t react anymore from now on. The boy quickly jumped to her and with a powerful jerk he pulled the cup out of her slip, causing her additional pain in the crotch. The girl was still unable to do anything and just stood there with slightly spread legs. The boy went behind her and kicked from behind full force into her pussy. This was too much for her: The pain shot to her slit. She moaned, her hands went down to her crotch, she bent over, fell on her knees and finally on the ground. Both girls lay now moaning on the ground. The boy was the hero of his team when he took their shorts, slips and protectors. The girls were both so messed-up that they could leave the ring only with help of their mates.

5. Instead of their jockstraps, the boys wore now the captured bikini thongs because these tight slips provided a better fit for the groin protectors. Additionally, it was definitely humiliating for the girls to see their opponents fight in slips which some minutes ago still covered the pussies of their mates. The boy-team had all 6 groin protectors (3 male + 3 female) now. After two won rounds they were sure to win the whole match. Therefore, only one boy had a cup while the other -- also to humiliate the girls -- wore one of the captured pelvic guards. Such a pelvic guard is more or less a foam-rubber strip which goes from the stomach down between the legs. On the butt it is fixed by means of rubber strips on the left and right side. As it doesn’t offer any cavity for the nut-sac, the boy’s dick was under the foam-rubber while his balls were right and left of the narrow guard. The girl-team had neither protectors nor nylon shorts so that their fighters were poorly equipped. The "cupped" boy attacked one of the girls from behind and holding her with both arms, he squeezed her tits. Though her arms were hindered, her hands were free enough to go down in his shorts into the thong and underneath his cup. With one hand she quickly found a target while her other hand pulled out his cup with a sudden jerk. Though in pain, the boy could break free. While the girl put the captured cup into her thong slip, the boy was given another cup by his team. Some girls from the audience claimed this to be illegal, but as there weren’t any rules about this, the fight went on.

Meanwhile, the other boy with the pelvic guard was able to get his opponent into a sweatbox holding her head under his right arm. With his left arm, the boy controlled the left arm of the girl, but her right arm was still free. So she hit with her right fist into his groin but the effect was rather poor: As the balls of this boys were quite small and the foam-rubber of the guard rather thick, his balls were somehow "in the shade" of the foam-rubber strip so that she just hit the guard and not his eggs. She tried a second time, but no success. Now she had an idea: This time she hit with spread fingers to his groin so that her fingers didn't touch the guard but each one was safely meeting a ball left and right of it. The effect on the boy was fatal!

Meanwhile, the other -- and now again "cupped" -- boy got his female opponent into the 66 (love) position. But before he managed to lay closely on her, she was able to bring her hand between his and her body. Again, her hand found the way down into his short, bikini slip and cup. With a safe grip she had his nut-sac under control. From his convulsions and the movements of his tight ass, the other girls and boys could see how she was working on his balls. She turned around each ball and squeezed them from different directions. As his head was side by side with hers she could hear from his moaning which techniques were especially effective. After some time she was tired of that. She took out his cup and handed it over to the other girl who put it also into her thong. Also his short was taken away so that the boy now just wore the bikini thong. The girls gave the boy some seconds to recover. Now a new game started in which the unprotected, nearly naked boy had to fight against two girls with protective cup. He tried to avoid a direct fight, but they caught him quickly. The girls were so close that he could feel one cup on his ass from the girl behind him and another hard cup on his balls. With experienced grips, the girls made his dick hard, tore his stiff-one out of the thong and bowed him down painfully, just for fun. Finally, they put him on the ground, so that he lay on his back. One girl sat with spread legs on his breast, so close to his face that he could smell her pussy despite her cup. The other girl kneed on his balls till he had scrambled eggs and lost consciousness. Again, an outstanding victory for the girls!

According to the rules, the result was clear: The girls won the majority of fights and again would have the right to chose one boy for punishment. But the boy-team asked for an additional fight to have one more chance. As fighting and cracking a boy was really fun for the girls, they agreed under the condition that only gym shorts were allowed as only piece of clothing for both male and female fighters. It’s clear that for this decisive fight only winners of former fights were selected: The girl-team chose the victorious girls of fight #1 and #2, while the boys took their heroes of fight #3 and #4.

6. The two boys had only their nylon shorts, nothing under it, so that their dicks even hung out a little bit off the short. The girls didn’t even wear a bikini bra, so that her tits were free and the sparkling boy-shorts nicely stretched over their pussies. One couple begun with a standing fight which continued on the ground after the boy threw her down. The other girl of the second couple was physically somewhat stronger so that she could dominate the boy: He lay on his beak and she sat on his face so that he got a hard-on from the smell of her pussy. Without undressing his shorts she took his stiff one out off the shorts simply by bowing him down to where the pants ended. Then, she started -- quite tender -- to play with HIM when he suddenly bit into her crotch. She groaned with pain and was unable to fight anymore. So the boy could break free and support his mate. The other couple was still fighting on the ground, but as the second guy arrived the situation changed in favor of the boys. Now the boys applied the sandwich technique so the one boy lay to each side of the girl. One boy held her arms so that she was unable to defend. A guy from the audience threw a hand brush into the ring which the boys used now to torture the girl. They pulled her shorts sideward so that her pussy lay free. Now, the broomstick was inserted into her slit and twisted around. She cried in pain but the boys didn’t stop. Both boys got a hard-on from this. Meanwhile, the other girl had recovered from the clit-bite and carefully approached the guys so that they didn’t notice her. With a sudden and strong grip from behind into the crotch of each boy she took control of them. Both boys were paralyzed with pain and couldn’t defend. She started to crush their balls making both boys convulse. She squeezed long enough to make sure, the boys would be unable to fight anymore.

Now, the revenge of the girls begun:

The girl whose pussy was tortured sat on the back of one boy, her face looking at his crotch. She didn’t waste much time to slip off his shorts but just pushed it a little sideward so that she could reach his asshole. Then, she inserted the broomstick into his boy-pussy! The boy begun to groan and cry in pain, but she twirled, twisted and pushed the stick deeper and deeper into his pussy! The same guy who had dominated a girl in fight #3 by torturing her slit was now under control of a girl with a broomstick in HIS slit! The other girl cared for the boy who had bitten her before. Again, he was on his back while she sat on his breast. This time, she took care that he couldn’t reach her sensitive crotch. With a sudden twitch she took out his still stiff cock bowing him down to the boy's leg so that he slipped out of the shorts. He stood rock-hard before her, supported by his shorts which were tight enough that HE could not slip inside again without help. This time, she wouldn’t be as tender as before! The girl begun to bow, twist, wangle and twirl his stiff till the boy cried in pain. With a sudden, powerful tug she finall broke his hard dick. His whole penis quickly got a red color. By the way, this boy was the former hero of his team from fight #4. And the girl who had caused him now a shaft rupture was the same which was raped in fight #1 and which had already revenged cruelly.

Balance of fights: At least, the boys could win 2 in 6 fights. But at which price! Four boys had to be rushed to the hospital immediately: The boys of fight #1 (who raped the girl), #2 (crushed by his own egg-cup), #4 (who had pissed after a direct stomp) and #6 (with the broken shaft). And the other boys didn't feel much better. Even many of the girls were still in pain. Especially the losers of fight #4 still lay on the ground with aching pussy and titties. Nevertheless, the girl team claimed their legal reward after the won battle. They chose the boy who had worn the pelvic guard in fight #5. Meanwhile, he had quite well recovered from the direct hit against his both balls. The girls decided to shave him at first. So, he was held by 3 or 4 girls while another girl shaved his pubic hairs! He was really afraid that they could hurt his cock! Finally, one girl shouted: "Don't forget his pussy!" And the boy was turned around for that he was shaved even around his asshole. The girls examined his asshole and found that he had nice cunt-lips. In fact, he was the first guy with a shaved pussy! Afterwards, he had to lie on his back and his dick was tied off by means of a cord so that he got stiff involuntarily. Now every girl ridded on the boy's stiff till she had her orgasm. For the boy it wasn't so funny because the tight cord prevented him from tossing off. As the blood circulation was hindered, his dick quickly started to ache. After the 2nd or 3rd girl, he was already in a lot of pain, but some more girls took him before they finally released his red swollen dick.

END

The Football Game

The Football Game, by Unknown, August 12, 2007

I will never, ever forget my first ball busting experience. It happened when I was a senior in high school. I was captain of the football team, and I was talking with some of my guy friends before the big football game against our big rival. It was in the parking lot of school, before we had to go get suited up. Anyway, we were standing there by my car, talking about our sexual escapades with women. I was telling the guys how I got some at least three times a week from my girlfriend, Clair. We started comparing breast sizes, how good they gave head, etc., when we had to go get ready. As we were walking back to the locker room, I turned and noticed that a girl was sitting in a car near mine, listening to what we were saying the entire time. She looked daggers at me and then made a fist with her hand, as if she were squeezing something. I turned and ran back into the locker room.

Anyway, after the game was over, and I had gotten changed, I walked back to the parking lot and was talking with the guys some more. Anyway, they all left, then I went to go get in the car. I put my key in the lock, but it wouldn't turn. The parking lot was empty; everyone had gone home, so I couldn't get help. Suddenly from under my car crawled this girl that I had seen earlier. Without saying a word, she planted her foot squarely in my balls.

I felt like I was going to throw up for a while. I just stood there, clutching my balls, and finally fell over in the parking lot. Suddenly three other girls appeared from out of nowhere. Two of them grabbed my arms, and the other grabbed my right leg and pulled it, making my throbbing balls an even easier target for this mysterious girl.

SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! Again and again she kicked me, with lightning fast kicks each seeming more powerful than the last. The girls holding my arms started dragging me toward the side entrance of school, while the other two just laughed and taunted me. As I neared the door, I saw through clouded vision a figure standing at the door. As I got closer I realized that the woman was Ms. Pritchard, a femi-Nazi chemistry teacher. I had her for Chemistry a year ago, and she gave me detention constantly for the rude remarks I made about women in her class.

Ms. Pritchard turned and opened the door, and the girls dragged me inside. Her classroom was right next to the door, so it didn't take long for them to drag me into there. I noticed that she had put two hand-chains on the wall. I was too weak to resist as the girls hoisted me up and hooked my hands to the chains.

"Not the tough, macho man now, are we Ridge?" Ms. Pritchard said as the girls quickly yanked off my shoes and pulled my jeans off. "We'll see what you think of us women when your rocks are smashed." She then said to the girls "Ladies, let me take the first *crack* at him." She then approached me and swung at my groin with a shattering underhand. I screamed as she connected with my aching jewels, and she laughed wickedly. I didn't know that she had that much strength in those fifty-year-old arms. The other girls took turns kicking, kneeing, and punching me in the balls until I pleaded with them to stop. Instead, Ms. Pritchard took a bandanna off her desk and tied it around my head, like a blindfold. I couldn't see a thing, and that made the kicks seem even more powerful, because I didn't know when the next one was coming. I felt sure that I was sterile by now. I felt an odd, bloody sensation coming up the back of my mouth. I tried to struggle, but there was no use. The repeated blows increased the throbbing of my balls and seemed to increase the girls' enjoyment.

I heard a new person enter the room, but I didn't recognize her voice. One of the girls took off my blindfold, and I suddenly realized that it was Clair. She walked over to me and smirked. "You didn't know that I was sitting in Darla's passenger seat, listening to everything you said about me, did you?" "I'll bet you never think about sex again after tonight!" With that she grabbed my balls and literally began to squeeze the life out of them. Then she tore off my underwear, and all the girls marveled at my black and blue nutsack. "Look at how bruised it is, Betty!" said Darla, the girl that hhad been in the car. "Imagine how it must feel on the inside!"

Ms. Pritchard then got two pieces of thin plastic cord from her desk and she proceeded to tie them around each nut. Soon I had two pieces of string hanging from my ballsack; each tied securely around one of my jewels. They were tied so tightly that there was no risk of them slipping off, and Ms. Pritchard had put about seven knots in each one. The girls took them and began pulling with all their strength.

I felt like I was going to die! Then, the situation became even worse. While one of my balls was stretched almost to its limit, Ms. Pritchard would take a ruler and smack it strongly! The waves of pain shooting up my body was intense. About the third smack caused me to faint.

When I woke up, I was still chained to the wall, with Ms. Pritchard and the girls sitting at a table drinking and laughing. I looked down at my battered nuts and saw that the plastic cords were still there, and were both tied to a 15-pound black stone that I remember Ms. Pritchard using in her class. As I regained consciousness, I became aware of the pain in my jewels again. I started to shake and tremble, the pain was so unbearable. One of the girls saw that I had awakened. “Well we think you've learned your lesson so far, ball-less,” said Betty as she untied the 15-pound weight from the strings. "Wait, Betty, we should give him something as a reminder that the next time he says anything chauvinistic about women, he'll have his balls completely busted." said Darla. Believe me, I did not need a reminder. The girls talked in the corner for a while, and then arrived at a decision. They came over to me and Darla grabbed the right string, while Betty grabbed the left. They pulled downward, stretching my balls almost to the breaking point. "There, ladies." said Ms. Pritchard. She quickly tied the right string around my foot, which made me cry it hurt so much. "Keep quiet. When you start walking, you'll really be in pain then." she said. She did the same with the left, tying both strings over my socks. The other girls released me from the chains. I fell to the ground to relieve the pulling pressure on my nuts. The girls dragged me up, and put my underwear, pants, and shoes back on me. I was in incredible pain as they forced me to walk to the far end of the room and back. I began to cry and scream and pound the walls, pleading for them to release me.

"Here are the rules, boy,” said Ms. Pritchard. "You will keep the strings tied to your feet for one week. At any time during school, the girls or I have the right to inspect you for the strings. If you aren't wearing them, I promise you that your balls will be permanently destroyed. The same thing goes if you tell anyone about this. UNDERSTAND???" I feebly nodded in agreement. She then grabbed my crotch and threw me out of the room.

I struggled to get back to my car, and then drove home. Everyone was asleep by the time I got home, so I went to bed. I untied the strings from my feet, knowing I couldn't bring myself to put them back on the next day. I took about four Advil and went to sleep.

The next day, when I went to school, I met up with some of my friends. We were talking again, and I looked around to make sure any of the ball-breakers weren't listening. We were talking about women again and laughing. I was so busy talking with the guys I didn't see the stern countenance that was suddenly behind me. I turned quickly and gazed upwards, right into the face of Ms. Pritchard.

The worst school. Period.

The worst school. Period.

Ch.1 - High school kicks high... by BallbustingTales

Sup. My name is Jacob Russel. I got sent to a reeducational school, because I was terrible to everyone, harassing teachers, female students and such. Do I feel pity for them? Nope, not a chance. My stupid parents were ''So disappointed in me and blah blah blah.'' I don't really care. I don't even know where the hell they are sending me to. The bus stopped. I was the only one there, besides the driver.

''Good luck out there. It's tough out there.'' The driver said.

''Thanks. I can feel that this will suck horribly already.'' I said.

''Probably. Stay strong.'' He replied, and drove off.

I was now standing in front of a pink school. Weird colour, but okay. They had a symbol, allow me to describe it to you. It's trash. Heh, but if you want to hear how it looks, sure. It's a female hand with pink polished nails, pulling down a guy's balls. That is inside a female gender symbol. Harsh, maybe it won't be as bad as I thought. I read the name of that school. ''Normal Universal Tolerant Sympathetic Humorous Ordinary Teachers.'' Oh, I got it. If you connect the capital letters, you get ''NUTSHOT''. Nice. I went inside. I was greeted by the principal, I presume. She was smoking hot! She had a long blonde ponytail, a pretty face, green eyes, grey uniform with a nice cleavage, a short grey skirt, black peep toe high heels, and she had grey nail polish. She had very sharp nails on her hands. She looked dangerous, but damn, is she sexy!

''Hello, you must be Jacob. I was contacted by your headmaster, and no worries, you'll be a nice boy. Eventually...'' She said in a nice tone of voice. She had a nordic accent, interesting.

''I'll try my best ma'am.'' I said.

''Wonderful! Oh, how informal of me! I forgot to introduce myself! Apologies. My name is Ms. [Nutshot].'' Alright, her name is Natasha. Fitting.

''I see... Well, where should I go now, Ms.?'' I asked Natasha.

''Let's see... Oh! You have Biology now. Follow me.'' She tasked me, and so I followed. I was walking behind her, and saw her amazing butt. Damnnn...

''Um... Jacob? Can you hear me?'' She asked.

I must pay more attention. After all, the name of the school sounds rather scary. ''Yes, I am sorry Ms.'' I apologized.

''It's okay.'' She said and smiled. ''Are you ready to meet your class?'' She asked.

''I guess Ms.'' I was rather sick of how polite I must be, but whatever. ''Alright! Here we go.'' And then she opened the door.

The biology teacher was even hotter! She had long brown hair, brown eyes, a beautiful face, she had the same uniform as Ms. Natasha, with big cleavage, which got along nicely with her big breasts, but the colour of her uniform was blue. She had great, long legs. She wore high heels as well, but with a bigger needle, and her foot was clearly visible. She had a very nice looking dark green nail polish. We walked in.

''Jacob, meet Ms. [Yourballs].'' She said. Okay, so Ms. Yordels. Strange name... ''I am pleased to meet you, Jacob.'' She said, and smiled at me.

''My pleasure.'' I said, and bowed.

She looked happy, and was probably thinking why was I even sent here. ''I think that all of you girls will get along with him. Goodbye!'' She said, and walked away. Now I noticed one tiny thing. I am the only guy here. And if the school's name is ''NUTSHOT''... Oh my.

''Ummm, should I take my seat, Ms.?'' I asked the hottie.

''Actually, Jacob, I could use you for something.'' She said. Use me, huh? I don't think I like where this is heading. ''Please, come forward, to me.'' So I did. ''We were just studying the male anatomy, you see. So, we could use a model...'' She said seductively. ''So if you could take off your clothes...'' She asked me. Geez! Naked, in front of her?! I began to do so, and could hear the girls giggling. They clearly liked this school, a lot. I had almost everything stripped, except my underwear. ''Dear, if we are talking about male anatomy, we can't miss out the penis and genitals.'' She said mockingly.

All the girls laughed. When I began to take off my underwear, all the girls laughed, or were just whistling jokingly. A few minutes in this school, and I am already naked.

''Thanks, Jacob.'' She said, and winked at me. ''Now, Gwen, please show us the weakest point of men.'' She said, and a girl with short green hair, blue eyes, medium sized breasts, a big butt, sandals and yellow nail polish stood up, and was walking to me.

''As you wish, Ms.!'' Gwen said happily, and delivered a swift kick to my balls.

''OWWWW!'' I screamed.

Ms. Yordels said the following: ''See girls? All it takes to bring a man down is a kick to his genitals. Thank you Gwen, you can sit down.'' She said, and Gwen sat in her chair. ''Now girls, what can you tell me about a man's penis?'' Ms. Yordels asked.

All of the girls raised their hands. ''Me, me, me!'' Said a girl with glasses, blue eyes, brown hair, and white nail polish. I now noticed the uniforms of the girls. A bit of cleavage, all of them were pale blue, a short blue skirt, and sandals. Just an outfit for ballbusting.

''Yes, Courtney?'' Asked Ms. Yordels.

''A man's penis is his reproductive tool. They can make us, girls, pregnant, if we allow them so. Some men have it smaller Also, it's a vulnerable point of men.''

All the girls began clapping. Ms. Yordels said: ''Wonderful. Courtney, if only all girls that don't go to our school would be like you. Smart, and cunning. Could you show your techniques on Jacob's penis?'' She asked Courtney.

Oh no. Please, let this nightmare stop. Courtney stood up, and walked to me. She punched me in the penis.

''OUCH! KNOCK IT OFF!'' I yelled.

''Hm. Jacob, you are not supposed to talk back. You can scream and such, but you must not stop a girl from doing her job. Since it's your first time, it's the first time, you only get your genitals squeezed.'' Ms. Yordels said.

She came to me, and grabbed my balls. She squeezed them hard, digging her nails deep in.

''OWWWWWW!'' I yelled, while the girls were laughing. She finally stopped, and the bell rang.

''Hm. It seems the lesson ended now. What a shame. Alright, you are free to go, to your next lesson, goodbye!'' She said, sat down, and crossed her legs. She looks so hot, but she is so dangerous!

''E-excuse me Ms., what lesson do I have now?'' I asked her.

''Ah, of course. Let me see... You are with class BB-4U... Your main teacher is Ms. Nutshot...''

''Wait, isn't her name Natasha?'' I asked again. ''Ahahaha... No, no... Her name is Ms. Nutshot, she pronounces it like, due to her accent.''

''Oh, I see...'' Truly a ballbusting surname. Was it given at birth? ''So your name isn't... Ms. Yordels, right?'' I asked her.

''Once more, no. I am Miss Yourballs.'' She said and smiled, while I got the innuendo. Miss your balls. Oh my. ''You have gym class now, Jacob. And... do you want me to show you, what happens to students who don't do what they should?''

I was a little scared. ''O-okay...'' I said, and went closer to her. ''Look there! Do you see them?'' She said, while pointing her finger at it.

I looked closer, and saw it. Balls. She had guys' balls stored in jars.

I ran out of there as quick as I could. I was still naked, though. I saw the principal, Ms. Nutshot.

''Excuse me, can you lead me to the gym class?'' I politely asked her.

She took a moment to look at my crotch, giggled, and then nodded, so I followed her again. We walked to a huge class. Not the others you see in your classic schools, this one was really strange. They had a big mat in the middle, and several girls were kneeling there, in karate gis. I suppose that they were meditating?

''Hey, [Groindestroyer], could you get here?'' Ms. Nutshot yelled at a young, black haired girl, that had her hair done in a big pigtail.

She was very fit, and had some tremendous breasts. Her butt was even better. And then, her feet. She was barefoot, and had a black nail polish. She wore almost nothing, only a black top, with very little to cover, and black sweat pants. So her name sounded like... Gainoyer...? That sounds ridicolous... Oh yeah, her accent makes it sound all so innocent. It's Groindestroyer. Jesus. Miss... let's call her Groiny, approached us.

''Hello, Natasha.'' She said. Huh, so her name IS Natasha! She just happens to be named... Natasha Nutshot. It sounds very nice though, no denying that. ''Who's this naked boy?'' She asked Natasha.

''He's the boy they sent to us for... Reeducation. From the Blue Sky High.'' Natasha replied.

''Ah, this one. Well, you can go now Natasha. I'll see what I can do with him.'' Groiny said, and Ms. Nutshot left. ''So you are Jacob. Jacob Russel. Come with me, I'll get you your outfit.''

I then obeyed her orders, and went with her. Groiny opened a door, and there were tons of clothes to choose from.

''Let me see your penis, please.'' Groiny said absolutely calmly. I took my hands off my crotch. She grabbed it, but didn't damage it further. ''So... small size, huh...?'' She whispered, thinking I didn't hear that. Ouch. Not only my penis, but also my feelings. ''Hmmm, this one should be for your style.'' Groiny said, and handed me a strange outfit. It was red, and looked like some sort of a... Hard to describe it, really. ...ninja outfit? Yes, like that. But it only covered parts of your legs and hands, and it was not a full body suit, it also left you barefoot, but that's not that important. I put it on. It fits me perfectly, I love it! ''Okay, is it too tight?'' Asked Groiny.

''No, Ms. it's great!'' I said, and she smiled.

''Wonderful. Now, if you will, come with me back, to the training area.'' I walked by her side once more. I stared at her butt, I couldn't help myself. ''Please, don't look at my butt like that. It's inappropriate.'' I was startled. How did she see that?

''I am so, so, so sorry Ms.!''

''Apology accepted, now please, head in.'' So I did, and I saw one of the girls on that mat. She had long black hair, green eyes, a pretty face, pink nail polish, and she was in her fighting outfit, which was a karate gi. Groiny signalled me to go to her. I set my foot on the mat, and stood in front of her.

Groiny yelled: ''Bow!'' We both bowed, and then she yelled: ''Now, fight!'' Oh. Should I fight with a girl? Like seriously. A strong guy like me? No way. I mean, it's an easy win so, sure! I threw a punch at her, she dodged, and delivered a kick to my balls, right with her barefoot! Come on! That's isn't fair! She then continued, and kicked me twice more. I was holding my balls, and decided to unleash a kick. I kicked with all my might, she ducked, and punched me in the nuts. OW! All the girls were laughing at me.

Gwen yelled: ''You can't even beat a girl? You are truly a loser, Jacob. Go, Cherry! Pop his balls!''

So Cherry was the name of this girl, destroying my crotch. I tried to punch her, but she was too skilled. A knee to the groin! BOOM! A kick between my legs, BOOM! And for the grand finale, she got me on the ground, and grabbed my balls. She then squeezed. HARD. ''Mercy, please, please!'' I begged. Gosh, I am a wussy. She stopped.

''As you wish, Jacob.'' She said, and stomped on my crotch. Groiny came to her, held her hand, and proclaimed her a winner. As a punnishment for losing, I was their dummy for training. And yes, you can surely guess where they aimed. BALLS! Especially Gwen. She was just so delicate at this, but it was hurting too much.

The lesson ended, and Natasha Nutshot came to me.

''Hey Jacob. I forgot to guide you to your apartment. Come with me, now.'' She said.

''A-alright...'' I responded in pain. Natasha led me through me a long, dark corridor, then we went by an elevator, and arrived at the highest point. She walked in front of me, and opened a door with number ''843'' on it. The room was grim, and really just terrible. There was one guy sitting on a bed. He waved at me.

Natasha also said: ''This will be your room from now on. Any questions?'' Nutshot asked strictly. That was surely a heel turn. Not on her high heel, but when I first got there, she was all nice and fun, and this is likely her real personality.

''Yeah, when will I go home?'' I asked her.

''Hmph. We'll see. And one more thing.'' Nutshot said, and kicked me in the balls with her heel.

''Ouch! What for?'' I asked her.

''Simple. You are too brash. Never, and I repeat never, talk back to me. And you better prepare your balls for tomorrow. Bye, and sleep awfully.'' She said, and walked off, slamming the door, and locking us in. What a bitch.

''Hi. I am Benjamin. I see that you too have to be here. I feel pity for all of us guys here.'' That guy said.

Seems like a nice guy, we better work together.

''Sup, name's Jacob. What happens to guys who break the rules, Ben?'' I asked him.

''Well... All of us know about the story of Will, the freedom bringer for us. Believe it or not, he actually managed to improve the situation, and a LOT. By that I mean, guys here were literally castrated, as you could surely see in that Ms. Yourballs class. She was a much higher ranking teacher back then, and she would just cut off a guy's manhood if he looked wrong at her. One guy had enough, and started a rebellion. He was William. William Flores. A hero to us. He managed to overthrow the headmaster, which was terrible, and all of the guys escaped. Except Will. He stayed, so others could run away. He fought with the headmaster, Ms. Kickthedick, and won. Will was then imprisoned by Ms. Yourballs, but made a deal with her before. It stated that no teacher, nor girl, should be allowed to castrate a boy, and that Kickthedick would be expelled forever. Ms. Nutshot suprisingly accepted that, but Will is still deep down in this horrible building...''

Wow! Now that's a story. That Will must've been a great person... ''That's really interesting! So, how about we start a re-'' I began to say something.

''Shush! There are cameras everywhere, Jacob!'' Oh crap. ''Don't worry, none in this room anymore.'' He said and smiled, showing me a malfunctioned camera. ''They don't care at all about our situation, they are just heartless. They turned off several cameras, and don't really bother fixing it. We have some good luck being there.''

''I see, well that's cool! So, Ben, do you have a plan?'' I asked him.

''Indeed. I do. I have connections with a lot of guys here. We have some neato plans, check it out!'' Ben said, and handed me a blueprint of Phase No. 1.

''That's impressive!'' I said. It showed that one guy should sneak into the maintence room, turning all of the cameras in the process. He would then possibly take care of the girls there, and then, he would push a button to unleash all the prisoners... Um, us.

''Thanks! It's all made possible by a cool guy, he's our greatest spy. His name is Arnold. You'll meet him later, surely.''

''Alright! But right now, we should get some sleep right?'' I asked Ben.

''Indeed! Good night Jacob, and one more thing. Will you be on our side in the battle of freedom?'' Ben said.

''Sure, mate. Gladly! We will be free!'' I replied.

''Great! Good night!'' He said, and turned off the light.

We will be free. We will, and we will make them pay. Especially Ms. Yourballs, and Natasha Nutshot. They will know pain.

Natalie the Ball Player

Natalie the Ball Player, By daylight23, September 12, 2007

"Damn, Damn, Damn," I thought to myself, as I saw Natalie enter the school. "Look at those spectacular legs, so smooth and firmly muscled, striding confidently under her white skirt." Her matching white tennis blouse did a poor job of taking my attention from her honey-toned legs. Being a member of the girl's tennis team, she often wore a sports bra that always looked ready to burst its straps in an effort to restrain her ample breasts. And today was no different. I briefly wondered to myself what size her melons must be, for it was so hard to distinguish their size under her sports bra. My dick hardened rapidly as I vividly imagined her walking braless; her small melons playfully wrestling under her thin cotton shirt with every step she took.

"Oh Hello, Jake," she said hesitantly, with a look of question on her face. She was looking at my face, and as I met her eyes I dearly hoped that my long shirt adequately covered my raging hard-on.

Natalie is a senior and I am just a sophomore, and not a really popular one at that. I mean, I'm not considered a nerd or a geek, but Natalie is one of the most popular girls in school. She has so many friends and is a part of so many activities that I was totally taken aback that she was even aware of my name. It took me a second to recover from my surprise.

"Good Morning," I managed to stammer out. My face was a little red but from the look of her face, I didn't believe that she knew neither my discomfort nor the reason for it. It was early still, with not many students having arrived yet. I was here to help with the decorations for the assembly and dance coming up. "I wonder what she's here for," I silently thought before working up my courage to talk to her. "My goodness, you look really pretty Natalie," I said while willing my dick to behave itself. Might as well start with a compliment, huh.

Upon hearing my genuine compliment, her face radiated warmth. Her round doe-like brown eyes sparkled as her full lips opened to reveal an engaging smile. A few wisps of her straw colored hair covered her forehead while the rest of her medium length hair was pulled back across her head and bobbing in a loose ponytail.

"Well, thank you very much, what a nice compliment," she returned with a sincere smile. "What are you doing here so early, Jake?" she asked with an innocent tone to her voice. "God," I thought, "both her voice and her body melt my insides. What did I do to deserve this? Is this reward or punishment, I can't tell because while I liked the attention, I almost wished that I could hurry to the bathroom and relieve the tension building up in my nuts."

"I'm here to help set up the decorations for homecoming. There are posters, pictures, lots of things that we're setting up in the hall, on the walls, and throughout the school. What are you doing here so early, tennis practice?"

She gave a little laugh before answering, "No, tennis practice isn't until after school. I'm here to help with the decorations too. Mrs. Sanders asked me to come help you because she said that she wouldn't be able to get here so early this morning. Is that o.k.?" She seemed to notice my discomfort by the way she asked that question. Or maybe she noticed how difficult it was for me to keep my eyes from traveling down the length of her body. As she talked, she had adjusted her book bag on her back in such a way as to pull the thin fabric of her tennis blouse tight across her swelling chest, giving me an opportunity to spy her breasts as they sat concealed under her bra.

"Oh God, please make me strong," I begged under my breath making sure she didn't hear my heaven-sent plea.

Making sure that I held my voice steady, I replied, "Definitely. I guess that would be okay… No, I uhh...I mean, that would be wonderful. Lemme just put my stuff in my locker and then we can go get the posters and things out of Mrs. Sanders’ room." We had been chatting in the school lobby just inside from the main entrance doors. As I responded, I had lost control of my eyes and they had wandered down to her petite feet enclosed in athletic shoes and white ankle-length socks before hungrily swallowing in the rounded curves of her athletic legs. However, my lust filled gaze was halted from continuing up the swelling curve of her firm thighs by the loose, white tennis skirt that she wore. Several days before, I had passed the tennis courts on my way home and seeing that the girls were playing, I had stopped and watched just outside of the fence surrounding the courts in hopes that I could get a glimpse of ass as their movement carried their skirts up. Their occasional twisting movements and serving did give rare glimpses of their panty-clad asses but it was always so fleeting. Just as I was about to go, figuring that seeing up their skirt for such short glimpses was more painful than pleasurable, Natalie had come over to the fence and had begun to rummage around in her bag for something. My eyes had nearly popped out of their sockets as her raised skirt revealed that her white tennis panties had ridden up her ass, exposing half of her creamy smooth cheeks. No sooner had my dick raised to attention than she straightened up again, jogged back out to the court, her breasts bouncing in motion with her steps. I then decided that I was a fan of girl's tennis and would be showing my support regularly.

"Sounds good," she responded, her words pulling me back from the crystal clear memory of her firm ass, "I've just got to go upstairs and put my books in my locker as well and then I'll meet you back downstairs at Mrs. Sanders’ room, okay?"

"Sure, well, I'll see you in a few then," I said as she cheerily turned and started for the stairs. Just then, my boner must have communicated with my mind because I hit upon a great idea that would give me a view of her ass. The school was basically one long hallway with few corridors branching off from the main corridor; however, from the main lobby there were two sets of stairs leading up to the second floor. The second floor itself was one long hallway that ran the length of the main floor along one side. Both the stairwells and the second floor were a voyeur's fantasy come true because both had metal railings lining the edge allowing one to see all who walked along them. Often between classes and at lunchtime, I would try to position myself so that I could secretly look up the skirt of any girl that mistakenly walked along the railing. More often than not I was left disappointed because the girls were too aware to knowingly expose themselves, although there were a few instances when the crowd of students pushed them from the middle of the hall and they would be forced to try and tuck their dress up against their legs to prevent a free peep show. This was my lucky morning though because there weren't any other students around and maybe if I wished hard enough, Natalie might just forget about the possibility of anyone looking up her skirt as she went upstairs to her locker.

With my straining boner leading the way and my eyes fastened on the back of her bouncing skirt, I stealthily followed her from the lobby to the south staircase. I could barely contain my excitement as she approached the staircase and my inner pleadings seemed to direct her to the outside of the staircase, along the railing. "Oh shit, yea!" I quietly said as I made sure to give her time to ascend up the stairs ahead of me as I followed underneath. Step by step, my eyes followed the tanned lines of her thighs as her ascent gradually revealed more and more of her legs until her ass began to flash me under the swishing material of her skirt. To my disappointment, though, I discovered that she was wearing her usual white tennis panties. Unlike bikini briefs or thongs, they cover the entire ass and are not very erotic. The only upside was that they were pulled tight against her ass, and so I could clearly enjoy the full form of her rounded globes. All of a sudden though, my show ended quite abruptly as she suddenly stopped and bent to retie her shoelace that had come undone. As she stooped and bent over, I was unable to hide my lustful intents as her eyes caught me staring up at her from below and she hesitated. I was horror stricken to say the least, but before I could stammer out anything, an apology, an excuse, she went back to tying her shoelace without even trying to cover herself. My dick had responded instantly to my embarrassment and I thought it better that I continue on my way down the hall instead of gawking at her now that she was aware of my presence. As I passed her I caught a glimpse of her face as she continued tying her shoelace and I'll be damned if she didn't have a coy grin on her face. "How strange," I wondered.

I was fiddling with the closet door, trying to unlock it when Natalie said, "Sorry, I took so long, I just had to go to the bathroom. Need any help?" I hadn't heard her come into the room and the sound of her voice so close behind me startled me.

Out of embarrassment, I didn't turn to face her as I called back, "No, uh, I think I got it." I opened the door and began to remove the decorations as I wondered whether on not she would confront me about looking up her skirt. Grabbing a handful, I turned around and handed them to her while doing my best not to give away how uncomfortable I felt.

"Thanks," she said, "I just love homecoming, don't you?" she said as I turned. No sooner had I started giving them to her than I nearly dropped the posters that I was holding. I had intended to look her in the face from this point on but as I handed the posters over to her I was astounded to see that her breasts were no longer restricted by a sports bra. Instead, they were resting heavily in the cups of a bra that looked like it was a size too small. If her sports bra had been unable to adequately smother the bouncing of her full, round breasts, then I wasn't surprised to see that her weighty breasts almost jiggled themselves right out of the straining bra as she reached forward to grasp the paper and giggle at my astonishment. Turning back into the closet, I was dumbfounded. Why would she have changed out of her sports bra? I had never seen her without a sports bra on. Man, oh man, now my dick would really get me into trouble if I wasn't careful. I continued to withdraw the various posters out of the closet while she chatted about this and that. I only half listened to her as my mind kept replaying the erotic image of the motions her ripe breasts made under her shirt. It was really difficult to focus on much of anything and I mostly grunted out my replies to her questions.

"You ever play tennis, Jake?"

"No, I never have."

"You should sometime, ya know."

"Yeah, well maybe sometime......"

"It's a great game. I've played since I was 14 years old. The exercise keeps me feeling fit, and hitting balls is a great way to relieve stress, hahaha." and she started laughing before bringing a small hand up to her mouth as if she was a bit embarrassed of something. I took little notice of her remarks; I had a hard enough time trying to sneak my eyes down to catch sight of her quivering breasts as her laughing caused them to bounce up and down.

"Shit, I'm so lucky. I had no idea what kind of day this would be when I woke up this morning. Hey, maybe this is a dream," I thought. No way, can't be a dream, but just to be sure, I pinched my arm. Nope, she's still there and her breasts are still magnificent.

Was it my imagination or did she quickly drop her eyes down to my crotch as she let out another peal of laughter. I hope not. I decided that I had better pay more attention to her before she sees my hard-on and I get into hot water.

"All right," I said. "I think we've got enough for now. You carry these posters and I carry the ladder. I think that Mrs. Sanders wanted us to put these up in the cafeteria, right?"

"Umm, yeah, that's right." She grasped up a large pile of the posters and turned to lead the way to the cafeteria as I followed behind. I was grateful to follow so that I was able to look at her from behind without her knowledge. I was already somewhat tired from sexual tension and I tried to relax myself somewhat until we arrived in the cafeteria.

"I'll set these here on the table."

"Yeah, that's fine," I replied as I began to set the ladder up against the wall. "You organize them in the right order and hand them up to me and I'll stick them to the wall," I suggested helpfully.

"Okay." She began to arrange them in proper order as I went up the ladder. I had a roll of tape in one hand and once I got partway up the ladder she was beneath me ready to hand the first one up. I couldn't believe my eyes though as she handed me the first one. The buttons on her shirt front were undone and from my vantage point, I could see right down her top. My eyes captured the image of the tops of her full breasts as they swelled out from her chest and then disappeared down into her white cotton bra.

Could she be teasing me on purpose, I wondered for I couldn't remember her blouse being undone previously this morning. Well, if she was, she was doing a good job of playing dumb. I looked into her face trying to ascertain her true intent but her large brown eyes and cheerful smile showed only innocence. She caught me looking at her with a quizzical look on my face and she asked, "Is something the matter, Jake".

"No, no nothing is wrong."

As we worked, we chatted about this and that and I discovered that she enjoyed many activities. I was surprised to learn that she was very sports-minded because she repeatedly remarked that she just loved playing with balls.

Tennis, soccer, volleyball, you name it, she did it. It was strange but every time she said the word, "ball" or "balls", she would change her voice ever so slightly, like she was putting emphasis on that word. It struck me as a little odd but I was too busy stealing looks down her shirt to put a lot of thought into. We had put up only half a dozen or so before she eagerly volunteered to change places with me. "Why don't I go up and take a turn at taping the posters to the wall?" she inquired enthusiastically. I continued working on the poster in my hands while I mulled it over in my head. There were obvious advantages to switching places with her, namely, that I would be in a position to "accidentally" look up her skirt. But wouldn't that thought have occurred to her as well. Surely it must have, and therefore this would test my theory. If she did allow me to see up her dress than she has been playing me all along.

"Thanks, Natalie. I appreciate your kindness in taking a turn," I said as sincerely as possible while I descended down the ladder.

"No problem, you looked like you could use a break," she responded in kind. I took the remaining posters from her and handed her the roll of tape. Up she went a step at a time; she seemed to go very slowly as if she were a bit afraid that the ladder would topple out from under her. Not wanting my intentions known, I somehow managed not to follow her up the ladder with my eyes but kept my gaze level until she had set herself.

"Okay, I'm ready, you can hand me one," she stated. I kept my head locked and my eyes staring straight ahead as I held up the poster above my head. I felt it being taken and then heard her begin to unroll the tape. It was so difficult not to look up yet but to wait until she was busy trying to hold the poster up to the wall and tape it at the same time; that way I could steal a glance upwards more safely. It seemed like an eternity to my fevered mind and throbbing penis but seconds later I heard shift position and begin to arrange the poster up against the wall. Finally, I thought, as I slowly tilted my head back and my hungry eyes sought out the sight of her firm panty clad ass.

"Holy shit!!" I breathed and I nearly lost my balance. My breath momentarily refused to come as I stared at the sight above me. I was expecting to see what I had seen earlier from under the stairwell but I was stunned to behold nothing more than a skimpy dark blue thong that covered very little before disappearing between the cleft of her rounded globes. My mind swirled as I tried to come to grips with this situation. There is no mistake. I know what I saw earlier so she is playing with my mind after all. As this revelation struck, I quickly glanced back down again as I noticed her finishing up her task. She again changed position to face me and asked for another one.

"Here you go," I said with my head once again straight so that she couldn't see my flushed face. My hand and arm trembled from my surging emotions as I handed it up to her. C'mon, Jake. Get a hold of yourself, I thought. Don't let her get to you. I continued my pep talk to myself as we made progress. I had begun to gain some amount of self-control when an upward glance revealed even more. Her tennis blouse had been tucked into her skirt but the movements of her arms must have pulled it free because it now hung freely from her body affording me a look at the undersides of her swelling breasts. God damn, Ohh, shiiitt, I gasped in amazed delight as her movements caused her heavy breasts to bounce and jiggle in their straining cups. Once or twice as she lifted her arms over her head and leaned forward over the top to the ladder, one of her breasts would playfully slip out of the cup that it was nestled in and bounce free. I don't think my dick ever got so hard as I stood there drooling and clenching my hand, pretending that it was plucking her warm, creamy breast out of the air to mold and squeeze it.

Natalie seemed to be oblivious to the fact that her gorgeous breasts were on display as they swayed to and fro outside the confines of her bra while she worked at the posters. When she had the poster affixed to the wall and her arms down again, she would absentmindedly use her hand to rearrange the heavy weight of her tits back into the cotton cups from where they continually strayed. I was too blown away to do much talking other than give an occasional grunt of agreement or disagreement.

"Are you going to homecoming, Jake", she asked as she continued to work.

"Oh, I don't think so."

"Why not, I mean, surely there's a girl you'd like to ask out."

"Ahh, I don't know. I'm not the dating type. Well, what I mean to say is that I date but I don't really dance, so..."

"Don't be embarrassed, I know what you mean. I'm not really the dancing type either. I'd rather be playing with balls," and with that she started laughing again. The laughing made her breasts pop free once more and I nearly came as my hand began rubbing the front of my jeans.

"Hey, would you mind coming up here, Jake" she asked sweetly as she again tucked her round breasts back into their cotton restraints. "I don't think that I can manage to get this miniature version of the school mascot up properly without your help. I need someone to hold it while I pound the nail in."

"I guess so," I said hesitantly. "Do you think that there will be enough room up there for both of us? I wouldn't want you falling down or anything."

"Sure, I'll just step over to the side while you come stand to my other side," she replied as she stepped over to the side of the ladder nearest to the wall.

I carefully made my way up the ladder and once I was standing next to her, she had me hold the small sized mascot up to the wall where she wanted it. The narrowness of the ladder required that I stand up right next to her and it was all that I could do to keep my still hardened dick from knocking up against her waist as her pounding caused her to bounce back into me. "Damn," I cursed to myself, "if she feels my dick poking her in the ass, I'm gonna be soo embarrassed. What would she do?" I wondered.

Thankfully, the nerve-wracking ordeal was over after a few short pounds, and I started down. I had taken only a few steps down when she too started down. We were both near the bottom when I heard her shriek and looking up, I saw that she had lost her footing and was sliding down the ladder out of control. In the second that I had, I was able to bring my hands up to cushion the collision before her falling body crashed into mine and we both tumbled to the floor. As I hit the ground, I was able to get one arm back to break my fall but before I knew it she had landed on top of me. Her arms had been outstretched and they ended up coming down on top of my chest, while her left leg came crashing down between my legs. As it happened, my chest broke the fall of her upper body but her left knee landed in the soft v of my legs, effectively crunching my loosely hanging, cum-swollen balls between the floor and her bony knee. She gave a soft gasp of surprise as her arms landed on my chest but as I felt her hard knee crash into my soft sack of male seed, I gave a loud, "Whuuuumphhh".

My body's reaction was terrible and immediate. I felt my whole body spasm, which sent her rolling off of me to the floor before I groaned and painfully curled up into a ball, my hands clutching at my stricken balls. They felt like they were going to explode from the pain and I was praying for unconsciousness as

I moaned and rocked back and forth on the ground.

"Oh my Gooood," Natalie uttered with a voice dripping with regret. I could sense that had gotten to her feet and was now leaning over me. "Did I, ummm, did I get ya', you know.." she stammered helplessly like a little girl who is unsure of how to react to the site of a large guy desperately cradling his sensitive organs, unable to comprehend his embarrassing pain or to take it away. She gently laid her hand on my body as I rocked back and forth, trying to dispel the aching nausea in my lower stomach.

"Uuugghh," I continued to moan. How could this have happened? One minute I was in paradise, looking at her beautiful breasts and perfect ass; the next, I'm rolling around like a little boy at her feet as she looks on. She must think I'm such a wimp!

"Uh, Jake," she said softly as her eyes sought mine. She came around to face me and the mischievous smile playing on the corners of her mouth made me even more ashamed of my weakness. "I'm reeaaally sorry," she said, although her eyes told me that she found my plight amusing. She got down on her knees, rested her small hand on my side and tried to look concerned as she continued, "I feel so bad, ohh...is there anything that I can do to make you feel better," she asked like a mother talking to her injured son. Knowing that there wasn't, I determined that I would get up and act like a man. I had to salvage my image as a man; my sore balls wouldn't keep me on the ground any longer.

Getting up and doing my best not to hold my crippled manhood in front of such a pretty girl, I managed to say, "Wheww, what a fall, huh. Man, ahh...you sure do pack a punch for such a little girl. I just didn't have time to prepare myself and your knee caught me right in the gut. Knocked the wind right out of me, ya' know, hehehe" I tried to laugh it off. I wonder if she really knew what her knee had hit or if I could get away with my thinly veiled facade.

"Oh!" she exclaimed with a happy look of relief on her face. Her right hand came up to touch her forehead in a sign of relief as she smiled guiltily. "I was so worried that I had damaged your uhh.....your testicles," she said quickly as if she had said a bad word.

"Hahha, no. Of course not," I said as I completely straightened up and shrugged the pain off. Confidently I continued, "Don't be silly, a little girl like you couldn't hurt me like that. I mean, sure I've been hit in the nuts before but that was from a tackle in football or a fight with some other guy. I don't think you're strong enough to do any real damage to me, especially on accident." As I spoke, I noticed to my chagrin that she had playfully giggled and brought a hand up to quickly suppress it when I had said the word "nuts", and it kind of turned me on.

Having said that, I realized we wouldn't have time to do more before school began so I started to collect the various items we had not yet gotten to. I tried to avoid her inquisitive gaze as I walked with deliberate slowness to where we had left the remaining posters. "It sure has been enjoyable, Natalie" I said. "I appreciate your help." I said this as once again my mind recalled the wonderful view that I had enjoyed of her perfectly sculpted body. In the end, I figured that the pleasure I felt this morning rivaled the sickening pain. Strange how she had been the source of both. "We'll have to do this again sometime," I said aloud, while thinking, "A time when I again have the pleasure of feasting my eyes on your body, not helplessly curled up at your feet."

I turned back towards her and the door to the main hallway and noticed that she was looking at me strangely before I realized that the large ladder was still in place. "Oh, hellooo," I tried to say jovially. "I can't believe that I was about to carry these things and let you take the ladder. Here, I'll trade you."

"Oh, don't worry about it. I guess I must have really landed a solid blow to your stomach; by the way you're walking you look like your still in a good deal of pain. Yet she gladly took the posters with a smile as I took the ladder under my arm and followed her out.

Later that day...

The bell for the last class woke me up from my daydreams. This day had been a complete waste for me, academically speaking. I sat through my classes like a zombie unable to focus on anything my teachers were saying. Over and over again, I had visions of Natalie's ripe, swollen breasts filling the palms of my hands, or of squeezing her naked ass causing her to squeal with pleasure. Once the bell rang and released me from the prison of the classroom, I jumped out of my chair and shot out of class in my eagerness to see Natalie on the tennis courts. The memory of my excruciating ball pain was long gone and my dick stiffened in anticipation as I exited the gym on my way to the tennis courts.

The afternoon sun shone warmly in the cloudless sky as I made my way to the courts. As I approached, I easily picked Natalie out of the half dozen or so tennis players as she began to stretch and warm up with her partner. I tried to act nonchalant as I lazily strode up to a bench and sat down. I wasn't there more than a few seconds when Natalie turned and saw me. "Jake! How nice to see you again." She excitedly asked, "You come to watch us hit a few balls around?" There it was again, that strange way she said, "balls". And was it my imagination or did that elicit a laugh from her practice partner.

"Yes. I thought since you were kind enough to help me this morning, I would come and support you. I just don't think that enough guys support girl's sports, ya' know." I hoped that she would believe these lies and not catch on to my real reason for being here: to ogle her.

Her tennis partner, Becky, laughed and Natalie turned back to her pre-practice stretching with nothing more than a sincere "thanks". After turning her back, Natalie began talking to Becky about something that made both of them break out in a laughing fit. I couldn't make out their words but judging by her pantomimed actions, I felt uncomfortably certain that Natalie was replaying this morning's incident to Becky. Would Natalie really do that? No, I reassured myself, it was just an accident after all and she thinks she hit me in the stomach.

It wasn't long before they were sufficiently warmed up and they began to volley the ball back and forth across the net. There were four courts and all were in use by the girl's tennis team. All had on their white blouses and skirts but not much time elapsed before I discovered that Natalie had changed back into her sports bra and white tennis panties. I was discouraged at this but had to realistically admit that the chances of Natalie wearing a thong while playing tennis were slim. I mockingly laughed at myself, "Think about it Jake, do you really expect her to play tennis half naked for everyone to see?" Despite the lack of exposed flesh, I decided to take it easy. And at any rate, with such beautiful, warm weather I wasn't in any rush to get home.

After nearly half an hour of singles play, the couch divided them into pairs and instructed them all to play a doubles game. As they were matching up though, it just so happened that they were one girl short. Without hesitation, Natalie conferred first with her partner Becky, and then with the coach. They seemed to reach an agreement because Natalie left the huddle and merrily skipped over to the fence in front of me and said, "Hey Jake. We seem to be one girl short and I'd just love it if you'd come and join us. You could be on my team and we'd play against Becky and Robbin."

I was a bit reluctant to say the least. I told her again that I had never played tennis before and that I would just mess up their practice. "Ohh, come on, it'll be fun," she said sweetly. "I'm sure that a big, athletic guy like you wouldn't have any trouble learning how to play. Heck, how hard could it be, knocking some little baaalls around, huuhh?" As I listened to her heartfelt pleas, I noticed that her shirt was wet and sticking to the front of her bra. Her nipples had hardened and were poking through her bra. I began to be aroused by this but I decided to give in to her requests. "O.k. o.k., you win," I said standing up. Just let me go change into my gym shorts-these pants would really slow me down."

"Great," she said excitedly. "Go on ahead and we'll play around until you get back," and with that she bounced back to her inform her teammates with a big grin on her face.

I got to the locker room and hastily put on my t-shirt. As I got my jeans down, I became aware of how loosely my balls were hanging in their sack and I wondered if it would be wise to wear my supporter. "I wouldn't want to accidentally get nailed in the nads by one of them; I don't want those girls to think I'm weak. On the other hand, this supporter is uncomfortable and would really slow me down. I guess that I'll go without it, hell, I can avoid another accident." Sure of my decision, certain of my ability to impress these senior girls that I was tough enough to hand myself with ease on the tennis court, I jogged back out to the courts dressed in my thigh length dark blue basketball shorts and white t-shirt.

Natalie and the other two stopped their volleying as I confidently took the court. "What a beautiful day for tennis, isn't it."

"Yes it sure is," they all seemed to say at once, their mouths split wide in grins. Natalie went over to her bags and brought back a spare racket for me to use as Becky and Robbin trotted over to the other side of the net and took their positions. "Natalie," I said, "ya' know, since I've never played before, would you mind showing me where to stand and kinda explaining the rules."

"Sure, I don't mind at all. In fact, I'll quickly show you how to hold the racket and hit the ball too."

"Oh, thanks. You’re so kind," I said with a smile.

"First, you grip the racket like this," she explained as she positioned my body. Her hand directed mine to where it should rest on the handle. She was awfully close to me, her body moving in behind mine as she showed me how to swing it. Was it my imagination or was she consciously pushing her soft breasts into my back? Oh shit, I thought with aroused excitement, I can feel her nipples pressing against my back!! If I'm not careful, I'm gonna be sportin' a boner for the ladies, haha.

"Now, this is a forehand swing. And this is called a backhand swing," she said as she turned me the opposite direction. "You see these lines, these are the out-of-bounds markers, and these lines here mark the area within which ball must land when serving. That's about all there is to tennis; you just be careful now, okay. Both Becky and Robbin like to hit balls hard and we wouldn’t want you to get injured." At that, the other two across the net laughed a little and started bouncing their tennis balls on their rackets. "By the way, Jake, how are you doing now? Feeling all better from this morning?" she asked with a slight grin and a twinkle in her eyes.

"Forget about that, it was nothing really." I turned around to face the net as Natalie took her position to the rear and to the right side of our half, a look of amusement on her pretty face.

I had just a moment to enjoy the sight of Becky and Robbin hopping up and down in their tennis uniforms before Becky threw the ball up into the air and with a commanding whack, shot the ball across the net into play on Natalie's side of the court. I had watched tennis on television on occasion and had watched tennis from a distance as I had just minutes before, but the tremendous velocity of the ball was shocking nonetheless. I had just barely registered that the ball was over and into play before Natalie returned it with authority. It zipped past me and bounced up to Becky, who sized it up before swinging through it with a forehand. Her hit sent it straight for me and I narrowly brought my racket up in time to keep the ball from smacking into my midsection. Through pure luck, my first attempt to hit the ball, (or should I say my attempt at self-preservation), managed to send the tennis ball back over the net in a lazy arc. Robbin was playing up at the net like me and was in position to really smack the ball hard. Out of fear of being hit, I slowly withdrew so that I wouldn't be so close to the net. That way there would be less of a chance of me getting drilled by the ball. My prudence paid off because she hit the ball in an overhead stroke that sent the ball at me like a bullet. I didn't try to return it over the net; my quick reactions just barely brought the racket up to block the ball and save my face.

"Holy crap," I said to no one in particular, "You girls can really hit that ball hard." I wanted to sound impressed but I think that they picked up on the anxiety in my voice.

Robbin had stopped to adjust her hair and Becky responded encouragingly, "You did well, Jake", but then her facial expressions and body language seemed to express disappointment. That's silly, I chided myself. She has no reason to feel let down; she hit the ball well.

Robbin finished fixing her hair and before play resumed, she suggested that they all tone it down a bit so that I could enjoy it, this being my first time and all. Natalie and Becky both readily agreed and I reluctantly went along, secretly grateful that now I could hopefully come out of this match without any noticeable bruises or contusions.

The match progressed smoothly and I found myself enjoying this opportunity to be in such intimate contact with three beautiful girls. Now that they weren't hitting the ball so hard I was able to take pleasure in the fluid motion of their bodies, the playful bouncing of their breasts under their shirts and the incidental flash of panty covered mounds. Their running caused their shirts to stick to their bras and I figured that their nipples must have become aroused from their exertions. Oh, yeahhh. I'm in heaven. I couldn't believe my situation; could it get any better than this?

Two more points were all that separated Becky and Robbin from victory. Yet my male pride insisted that I carry Natalie and me to victory even though I felt sure that Becky and Robbin had toned down their game for my sake. I had been doing a lot of running around the court and consequently, I was feeling fatigued. We were in the middle of a long volley when Robbin sliced at the ball, putting a wicked spin on it. Natalie had been playing back this service game but when she saw the spin and knowing my lack of experience, she immediately dashed forward to handle the return. Despite Natalie's determined charge towards the ball, my male pride drove me towards the ball with like intensity and speed. I managed to arrive at the ball first but the ball's spin had caused it to bounce awkwardly away from me. In order to hit it, I was forced to spread my legs out a bit to widen my stance so that I could reach out with a backhand. This threw Natalie off balance and she in turn tried to come up short because we were on a collision course. Her momentum was just too great though and it sent her slamming into me. I could feel her chest hit mine just an instant before her right knee plunged in an upward arc between my spread thighs. This is where time seemed to slow down, my brain taking stock of the situation but unable to do anything about it.

I heard a brief gasp of surprise escape Natalie's lips as her silken thigh plucked my large balls out of mid-air and squished their soft flesh into my hard pelvic bone. The force of it sent me briefly off my feet before I came back down with a squeal of anguished pain. She wasted no time in retreating from my paralyzed form, her face showing a look of surprise and sympathy. I tried to force my body to stand up but the dull, throbbing ache in my nuts turned my legs to jelly and I collapsed to my knees, then to my side.

"Oh, my Goddd," exclaimed both Becky and Robbin in astonishment as they came running over to gawk in awe at the site of me crumpled at Natalie's feet. I heard them come up to stand next to Natalie and in concerned tones they asked Natalie several times, "Are you okay? Boy, that was a terrible crash."

"Ahh, yeah. I'm think I'm okay....yeah, yeah" she kept repeating softly as though trying to convince her friends while they hovered around her. The pain was so great that it was clouding my senses but I sensed that the three girls were trying to smother fits of soft giggling. Natalie was the first to approach. Her large brown eyes were wide and she had brought her hand up to touch her lips in what looked like a show of tenderness. My eyes were watering so I clenched them shut so hopefully she wouldn't see my tears of pain.

Becky and Robbin followed her. Their words showed how girlishly ignorant they were of my ball pain and I briefly hoped that I could make it out of this terribly embarrassing predicament. Becky must have seen the look of concern on Natalie's face because she bluntly said, "Natalie, he'll be okay, it looked like your knee just caught him in the stomach."

"Yeah, Nat'. Becky's right. He just has the wind knocked out of him. He's a big, strong man, he'll be up and at 'em before the count of ten," Robbin said reassuringly as she came to kneel down by me. Natalie and Becky joined Robbin down by my side and I made an effort to uncurl my body from its fetal position and to reaffirm both Becky's and Robbin's mistaken idea. All that came out though was, "Aaaagghh". I still hadn't caught my breath though, so I was a mute until I was more fully in control of my breathing.

"Shsh," Natalie quieted my feeble attempts to say something. Her face showed a mixture of incomprehension of my male suffering and understanding of what part of my anatomy her knee had struck. The words she spoke next wounded my male pride just as her shapely leg had delivered destruction to my unprotected manhood just moments earlier.

"No, Becky...Robbin, my knee didn't hit him in the stomach."

Becky had a look of doubt on her face, "What, how do you know?"

"I don't understand, Natalie" questioned Robbin too, as she looked uncertainly from my prone form to her friend's face. "Why else would he be in sooo much pain?"

"Well, it may have looked that way from your angle, but..." Natalie's voice seemed to drift into nothing as she contemplated the situation before her. Looking from me and back to her friends again, she decided to reveal the true source of my agony to her naive friends. "You see. You know about a guy's a ...what they got between their legs... uhhh, what we don't..." she still had a hard time bringing herself to talk about a guy's genitals. Even though she left her hint unfinished, I squirmed in shame as a light of comprehension gleamed in her companions' eyes and a wicked smile crept over their pretty faces. All three began to blush and Robbin chuckled, which caused the other two to break out into merry laughter.

Hey, what the hell is goin' on here, I thought angrily. One second they're all concerned and sympathetic and the next they're mocking my masculinity with their girly laughter. My indignation mixed with the nauseating pain in my stomach caused me to turn over in an effort to hide my shame, yet it did nothing to quench the two girls' curiosity. At least the other girls on the team had already left by now, leaving me only this audience of three.

"Uhh, Natalie," Becky said between giggles, "how can you be so sure it was his... balls... that you crushhhed. I didn't think that you had ever seen a guy's balls before."

Natalie started to reply to Becky and then was cut off by Robbins’s excited exclamation, "I've never seen a boy's balls before, but I've accidentally kicked my brother in his balls. I didn't mean to or anything but he moved while I was aiming at his knee and 'WHAMO', down he fell whimpering at my feet. At first, I wasn't sure what had happened but then my mother walked into the room because she had heard us arguing and when she saw my brother holding himself, she got upset and sent me to my room while she helped him up.

With my back turned to them, I couldn't see their facial expressions but from the eagerness and excitement of their girlish chatter, I imagined that they were really relishing the feeling of power that was evident in the tone of their voices. I really wished I could be anywhere but here, listening to three pretty, high school girls reverently discussing the sensitivity of a boy's balls, something that they would never understand.

"Really, Robbin?" responded Becky, "I never knew that. Why don't you tell Natalie what your brother's balls felt like when you smashed them so that she can be certain that it really were Jake's poor balls that she crunched."

"Well, I would but I was wearing shoes at the time so I don't know how to describe it, other than to say that they were soft and squishy." Robbin said sheepishly.

Natalie ignored her friend's uncertainty. "I know that none of us have a lot of experience with this kind of thing, seeing how we don't have such vulnerable organs dangling between our legs," Natalie said with an air of vanity, "but I can still feel the impact of his soft, round organs as they were squished between my thigh and his belly. I couldn't stop myself and before I knew it, my momentum just carried my leg up between his thighs and well....poor little guy," she murmured as she put her hand on my arm and kindly began to stroke my bicep.

I didn't know what to think or feel. Their words conveyed both condolence and pity. Here I was at the mercy of such weak girls and yet they were unmanning me by their over exaggerated sympathy. As they unabashedly talked about the state of my nuts, I couldn't stop my dick from thickening. Oh God, not know, not here! I begged in desperation. Natalie's hand rubbing my body and the proximity of their curvy figures made my dick hard in no time flat despite the numbing pain that continued to grip my nuts. I am in deep shit if they happen to see my boner. I'd better try and relieve them of any concern and get them on their way, I decided.

I left my back to them and my hands protectively concealing my hard-on as I turned my head to the side, "I'm gonna be okay. I, uhh...it's not as painful as it might look so, since practice is over now, why don't you three go on in and change. I'll be along in a minute, just as soon as I catch my breath okay."

If I thought that my ordeal could be finished this quickly, Natalie snapped me out of it.

"Don't be silly, Jake" Natalie said in a mildly reproving manner, "I feel just awful about how I made your boy balls hurt." She came around to my front and bent down, her hands gently sought out my groin. "I think I need to check them out and make sure they're all right." As I saw her hands reach for my shorts, I was struck with terror.

"Ohh, that's really not necessary," I began to say as I reached out my hands to intercept hers so that they wouldn't discover my erection but it was too late, she had her fingers around the waistband of my shorts and would have pulled them half way down had it not been for my erection poking up at an angle. The top of my shorts caught on my jutting erection; the fabric clearly defining the massive girth of my penis. "Oh shit," I muttered under my breath as the three girls gave involuntary gasps of shock, their eyes all widening in astonishment.

Becky was the first to regain her composure, "Is that what I think it is," she said pointing her finger, her other hand coming up to cover her mouth.

"Ugghh, what is going on," cried Robbin as she looked at me like I was a sick pervert.

"I can explain this, it's not what you think." My mind reacted quickly, grasping for some plausible excuse I could give. That's it, I thought with relief. I'll just play off their obvious innocence concerning the male anatomy. Hell, just a few minutes before they acted like they had never even heard of a guy's balls before.

"This must look kinda weird, huh" I confidently said. "But you see, sometimes when a boy gets hit hard enough in the nuts, his dick swells up. Ahh, just like his balls...and he just doesn't have any control over it, so please, don't get the wrong idea, okay." I raised my hands in an effort to placate their obvious mistrust.

"Really?" cried Natalie, her face showing that she was still dubious. Becky and Robbin looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders and brought their hands up in front of them as if to say, "Well, I suppose that makes sense", though they didn't say anything verbally. Perfect, I thought. I was congratulating myself on a job well done when Natalie leaned over my prostrate form again and cheerily said, "In that case, it sounds serious. I had better have a look."

She was fast. Before I could stop her, she had pulled the top of my basketball shorts and boxers down, her efforts impeded by the fact that my weight kept the back of my clothing in place. Unhindered in her aim, she tugged and tugged again, finally managing to completely expose my semi-hard penis and rosy red nutsack. Becky, Robbin, and Natalie all gave a sigh of glee at the sight of my package. Remembering my surroundings, I hastily raised my head up to make sure that I wasn't putting on a matinee for anyone and was relieved to see the four of us alone.

"Holy Cow," Natalie whispered in amazement. "Look at this." Sure, it was a little embarrassing to be naked in front of these attractive females, but I felt pride that my size impressed them. My dick was a good eight inches long, three inches thick when fully erect, but the trio of girls hovering around and over me seemed more fascinated by the sight of my loose nutsack and its bulging contents resting on top of my legs. As I glanced up at them, I noticed that all three of them looked flushed and their breathing was a bit irregular. I was also pleased to see that all of them were aroused with their large nipples poking through the fabric of their sports bras.

Without a word, all three of them were kneeling on the ground, each one on a side of me. I propped myself up on my elbows, "O.k. ladies, I can tell you're impressed. Not bad, huh. One at a time, you can stroke it if you want and watch it come alive." I proudly ventured. All of them caught each other's eyes and silently passed some unspoken message amongst themselves. Up to this point, Natalie had been the leader, and she was the first to tentatively reach out her hand. To my amazement, she grabbed not my pulsing member but instead she scooped up my pink, wrinkly scrotum in her hand, and gently played with my nuts in the palm of her hand as the other two looked like they were in a trance. But no, they weren't in a trance at all because Robbin started rubbing her breasts with both hands through her sports bra and Becky had brought one of her hands underneath her skirt where I could see her contentedly rubbing at her wet pussy. Small, satisfied groans escaped their lips as they played with themselves.

"These are great big balls you have," Natalie said in delight, her tongue coming out to lick her lips. I knew right away when I hit you that you were a big boy," she cooed in admiration. "It amazes me that these soft little nuggets of male flesh hanging between your thighs can be so sensitive." I decided not to give too much thought to her words and was soon overcome by the silky soft ministrations of her delicate touch to my cum-swollen balls. My dick arched its head and I ached for release. I needed to satisfy the throbbing in my loins so I grasped the shaft of my penis and begin to murmur my pleasure as I stroked myself off. In my pleasure-induced state, I vaguely heard the girls talking and giggling but paid them no heed.

"Ugggghh. What the fu...", I screamed in pain as I felt my delicate nuts being forced into the bottom of my nutsack by Natalie's tight grip. As I had released myself to the pleasure, I had let my head drop back, but with the searing pain of my trapped testicles, my head returned to its original position and my eyes flew open just in time to see Becky's hand come down with a fleshy smack on the bottom of my captive nuts. Natalie's hand had effectively forced my vulnerable nuts into the bottom of my elongated pouch and made it impossible for them to escape the force of Becky's hammering blow. The force of the blow sent a shockwave of pain traveling from my nuts, carried up into my stomach and chest through the cords in my sack, much like a sound wave traveling the length of a tightened bowstring. The three girls threw their heads back laughing and didn't even try to hide their merriment as I sucked in great lungfuls of air and began trembling in pain.

"Oh my! Look at that will ya. Hahaha," laughed Robbin in a playful tone. "He's like a puppet, and his manly balls are the strings."

My eyes filled with fear as I understood myself to be at the mercy of their curious whims. "Please," I begged, "please let go of my balls. I'll do anything, but...it hurts."

"Hey Nat', don't be a ball hog, there's enough of him in that sack for all of us." quipped Becky. Grinning wickedly, Natalie relinquished her iron grip on neck of my scrotum, allowing Becky to grasp a hold of my right nut between her thumb and fingers while transferring her hold to my left. "Damn, Jake. You may be a weakling, but you've got a fine set o’ balls. MmMm. Or maybe I should say that you are a weakling due to your balls." The two girls manhandled my balls’ pulling this way and that, marveling at the warm softness of my furry nutpouch. After a few minutes of this, Robbin stood up and complained that she felt left out. "And besides, look at him," she said with a pout. "He's nearly fainted from the terrible pain in his sensitive boy balls." Her words had an effect upon my two tormentors, who let my sack drop from their hands and stood up.

Finally, I thought. They've satiated their womanly curiosity about my gonads and I can go home. I wearily drew myself up on my hands and knees my shorts around my shins, my legs spread slightly for balance. "You know what Jake," Natalie said to me as she came around from my rear to my front, "you've been a great sport. Not just any guy would let three girls play around with his most cherished possessions like you did. I know what you were doing this morning, how you were stealing glances at my breasts and ass. But I don't blame ya'. You’re a normal teenage guy with needs and so I've decided to reward you for your generosity. And with that she undid her blouse, took it off and then before my befuddled eyes, she slipped her springy breasts free from her sports bra. I was so stunned by the turn of events that I had become completely oblivious to what Becky and Robbin were doing. I hadn't moved up from off my hands and knees until Natalie stepped towards me and offered her pendululously round breasts to my face. Hungrily, I saw that her nipples were taut with arousal.

I eagerly brought my hands up to grip the tanned, naked flesh of her hips as I lustfully smothered my face in her ample cleavage. She brought her hands down to squeeze her breasts into my face and I shook with the pleasure of it. I was still on spread knees, my dick now happily pointing up in the air, and my balls pendulously swinging to and fro in their pouch when I felt the rapid approach of someone coming up behind me. Through my throes of ecstasy in Natalie's warm mounds, I heard Robbin exclaim, "Ready or not, here I come", just before my hanging fruit was swept upwards and forcibly smashed between my body and her bare foot.

I heard myself say, "Not again," as Natalie laughed and allowed me to slide down the front of her legs in agony. My hands sought out my bruised balls and I lay groaning in a heap of defeated masculinity. "Finally," I heard Robbin say, "I know what it feels like to kick a boy's balls. Ohh, how I love the feel of my bare foot bouncing off of his naked nutflesh."

With laughter and mocking remarks, my tormentors left me groveling on the rough surface of the tennis courts, my torture mercifully over.