Class Punishment by a Hot Teacher

Class Punishment by a Hot Teacher

By indigokiss.

This was my senior year of high school, and I had just turned 18. I was sitting in the class, bored to death. Little did I know my life would irreversibly change that very day.

Our teacher was a stunning woman in her early 30s. She wore a loose black skirt that fell just above her knees, paired with nylon stockings, red high heels, and a white blouse with a deep V-neckline that hinted at her ample cleavage. Her legs were the perfect embodiment of feminine power – strong yet elegant, capable yet graceful. There was something inherently dominant about their shape, a natural authority that came from their very form. Her red bra was visible through the thin fabric of her shirt.

As I sat there, my eyes were mesmerized by her cleavage. She was grading some tests and gave us an assignment to complete in 10 minutes. Seeing this as an opportunity, I decided to take advantage of the situation. If I started touching myself now, no one would notice.

I watched her breasts bouncing slightly as she marked the paper and it reminded me of the times I’d seen her jogging near the school; I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I slipped my hand below the desk and began to stroke myself slowly.

“OK, class, so did anyone finish the assignment… Oh… What are you doing under that desk, Jerry?” she asked with disgust on her face.

Suddenly, the entire class fell silent, their eyes fixed on me. My face burned with embarrassment.

”Did you hear me? What are you doing under that desk?” she repeated, her tone shifting from curiosity to disgust as she strode toward me. “Stand up. Now,” she said, standing in front of my desk with arms crossed, looking down on me with an expression on her face suggesting she wouldn’t tolerate any further disobedience.

My legs were trembling as I began to stand.

“I knew it! You little pervert!” she hissed, her eyes locked onto the bulge in my pants. “Did you really think I wouldn’t notice that you are touching your little pee-pee while staring at my breasts? I was expecting you to be a fucking pervert since I saw you in the park staring at me. But masturbating in a class is on another fucking level. I need to think about your punishment.” I could hear passion in her voice.

“I… I… It’s not what you think,” I stammered, my face flushing deeper. My legs shook violently, like I was about to fall from embarrassment. “You must have misunderstood!”

Her lips curled into a smirk. “Is this really all you have to say?”

Before I could respond, her hand shot out, gripping my testicles with surprising force. Pain shot through me, and my eyes widened in shock.

“Now go to the front of the class,” she said as her grip let go.

My legs were trembling, and the only thing keeping me from falling was the desk in front of me. My mind was consumed with the throbbing ache in my groin.

“I said go to the front of the class,” she repeated, her voice sharp, leaving no room for defiance.

I could barely move, my legs trembling as I stumbled forward. The rhythmic sound of her heels clicking against the floor echoed in my ears as she returned to her desk.

“Pants off,” she commanded me as I stood before the class.

I hesitated for a second, but her dominant stare left no room for refusal. My fingers trembled as they found the zipper of my jeans. I started pulling them down, not understanding what made me follow her commands. Fear, I thought, but there was something else, something that awakened in me that day. I actually enjoyed being dominated. The uncertainty of what came next sent electric pulses through my body, making my hands move almost independently of my will.

She could make me do anything.

“Oh… You actually are small down there… Even smaller than I expected. To be honest, I’ve never seen a more pathetic excuse of manhood.”

She laughs. The class giggles. I heard girls laughing as my dick started twitching on those words.

“Owww… Your little pee-pee is enjoying it when I mention its inadequate size,” my teacher said. “Spread your legs, boy.”

My body immediately obeyed her order. I didn’t know what she was about to do, but I felt anxiety as my subconscious mind already knew what was about to happen next…

“Let’s see if it also likes this,” she whispered into my ear as her knee was crushing my testicles with brutal force.

I immediately fell to the floor. I couldn’t even enjoy the fact that on my way there, my face briefly pressed against her chest. I lay there naked, on the floor, crying, as the entire class watched. I thought she actually popped my balls.

“Let’s see how your balls are doing,” she forcefully spread my legs, so my junk was for everyone to see once again. “They’re fine.”

She slapped them hard for emphasis.

“You will count down from ten,” she said, her voice sweet yet playful, “and after each number, I’m going to slap you. For every second of hesitation, the force doubles. Understood? I mean, the game started already. Better start counting now if you don’t want to get castrated from just this one slap.”

10… SLAP

I squirmed. The pain was unbearable. I thought she actually crushed them this time.”

They’re fine,” I heard her sweet voice. “Better continue, though…”

9… SLAP

I was breathing heavily.

8… SLAP

Tears streamed down my face.

7… SLAP

6… SLAP

I rushed through the numbers, desperate to end the torment.

5… SLAP

“We are halfway through.” Her sweet voice entered my ears.

4… SLAP

My entire body was shaking.

3… SLAP

I don’t know how I managed to speak at this point.

2… SLAP

“Just one more left.” I heard her innocent voice.

1… PUNCH

I was lying there in pain for a few minutes, completely humiliated, holding my balls.

“Let’s use this incident as a lesson for all the girls on how to handle disrespectful boys. And boys, this is the power women have over you. This might happen to you if you arouse their anger.”

I heard her voice through the pain. I could hear heels clicking as she walked around the class.

“In fact, many girls withhold the power they have over men because they are afraid they might damage their testicles. However, as you can see, testicles can withstand quite a lot of damage before they break… Unlike the man attached to them…”

The girls in class are giggling and laughing. The boys are nervous.

“I believe men were born to be slaves of women,” she declared, her voice taking on a lecturing tone. “Physically stronger than us, making them perfect for doing all the hard labor for us. Yet they possess a fatal weakness, an easily accessible vulnerability that gives us ultimate control. It allows us to enforce obedience… and provides endless amusement as they crumble before us, reduced to tears by a single well-placed kick. Now I’ll demonstrate the fundamental power imbalance encoded in human biology itself. Stand up, boy.”

I didn’t want to be caught off guard again, but I also feared her anger. Besides, I just could not resist the dominance in her voice.

“Are your balls better now?”

The sweetness in her mocking voice almost could relieve my pain. Almost…

“Anyway… Spread your legs for me again, boy.”

My body obeyed her, even though my legs were shaking as if I was about to fall again.

“Good boy.”

Her praising words send a shiver of submission through me. I wanted more, even though I knew how humiliating this was.

“Th… Thank… Thank you, mistress,” I cried to the amusement of my teacher.

“So let’s begin our little demonstration,” she said as she lifted her skirt to the excitement of all the boys sitting there.

The sight of her red panties made my dick and balls happy even through the pain. Which in turn made me even more vulnerable and submissive.

“Now try grabbing between my legs.”

Without hesitation, I reached forward, my fingers pressing against her through the thin fabric. The moment I made contact, the earlier pain in my groin faded into insignificance. She was already wet, her arousal evident beneath my trembling fingers.

“Squeeze as hard as you can,” she whispered in my ear, her breath hot against my skin. “Don’t be shy. Show us all your strength. Even though it is a bit painful,” she murmured. “I am still standing. Which can’t be said about you…”

I didn’t realize when she grabbed my balls, but now I was on my knees in front of her, making sounds I didn’t know I could. In that moment of utter submission, I truly realized the absolute power women held over me.

“Please, let me go…” I begged through my tears. “I will do anything for you. I will be a good boy now. I won’t ever disrespect you – or any woman – again.”

She released me. “See, girls? This is how you handle perverted men, or just any man who disobeys you in any way. Don’t worry about their balls. They are not as easy to pop. Besides, even if they do, it is not a significant loss… At least not for you, shrimp dick.”

The girls giggled at the terror of all the boys.

“So I want every girl to practice ballbusting now,” she announced.

I froze…

My eyes widened in terror as I didn’t even start recovering.

“Calm down,” my teacher continued with a cruel smile, “it won’t be just your balls. Boys, I did not give any of you permission to stare at my panties as when I lifted my skirt,” I heard her strict voice.

A collective shudder passed through the boys. We understood exactly what that meant. All the boys felt the terror as they realized this also applies to them and their balls.

Desks and chairs were moved to the corner of the room to make space for the activities, the boys reluctantly doing so. The girls with excited grins on their faces.

Now I want you all to partner up, I want as many boy - girl pairings as we can manage

The girls hungrily sized up their targets.

That night, I lay in my bed. The aching in my balls served as a constant reminder of the ballbusting I received from my teacher and some female classmates. Each throb brought back memories of my teacher’s dominance and the undeniable power women held over me. The best way to ensure submission is to keep them in chastity and allow only edging. Eventually, they will beg you for more kicks just to be allowed to cum.”

My teacher’s final lesson echoed in my mind.

The End.

This story is a continuation of Class Punishment by a Hot Teacher. It takes place 2 years later at a college.

My teacher became the dean.

A year ago, my former high school teacher, Mrs. Olivia Flynn, was appointed dean of the college. She immediately began to implement her new rules.

Word spread quickly: everyone knew I was the dean's personal boy toy.

My balls and I were at the mercy of every woman here. Everyone could tell how desperate and horny I was from the chastity cage Mrs. Flynn made me wear.

"Hi, bitch boy!" Monica approached with a group of nervous freshmen girls who were learning the rules of the college. She was one of my classmates back at high school. Thanks to her natural unapologetic dominance she quickly become Mrs. Flynn's favorite. Even though she loved being harsh with me, she exactly knew which strings to pull to get my devotion.

"Hello, Mistress!" I replied. Every male student must now address every woman as "mistress" or "goddess," even fellow students. "What do you wish...?" Her hand slipped beneath my shorts; she grabbed my testicles and made me breathless from her crushing squeeze.

"Take your pants off and get on your knees, slut," she commanded, and I dropped instantly.

"Now lick my pussy, bitch-boy." She ordered, pulling her panties down and lifting her skirt.

I was met with the view of her pussy. The scent of her slit mixed with her sweat perfume entered my nose as my face leaned closer. A shiver of arousal rippled through my body as I felt her warmth with my tongue. I began to lick and kiss her pussy gently, focused solely on bringing her pleasure. I felt like a perfect, obedient slut, helplessly grinding my locked cock against her feet.

She stomped on my blue balls with her feet. The nylon stretched over her skin. She was wearing a pair of black stockings that made me want to worship every curve of her legs.

"Keep licking, loser," she said, squeezing harder with her feet. I felt the weight of her other leg on my shoulder and felt her thigh pressed against my cheek, her dominant blue eyes flashing down at me as I was looking up to meet her gaze. I was reminded of my place as the new girls watched the scene with a combination of shock and excitement. They were observing and learning about the rules of this place. This was Olivia's plan - to empower the girls to take control and learn to dominate men and to teach boys their natural place.

I kept licking; the salty tang of her wetness was hitting my tongue. I loved her smell, especially after such a long denial. The shivers of arousal I was getting from worshiping her pussy made my chastity cage feel much tighter. The motion of my tongue was circular, now quickened. I could hear the faint, involuntary gasp that escaped her lips, her eyes foggy now - filled with pleasure. She bit her lower lip.

"Aww... Uhhh... Awww..." she growled, the sound low and throaty. She pressed her foot harder onto my swollen balls, getting closer and closer to her climax. She was breathing harder, her entire body overwhelmed with pleasure. The pain in my balls grew unbearably sharp.

"Uh... Aw... Uhh... Yaa... Ahh... Awwwwww..." She finally reached climax, her toes squeezing my balls with a crushing force. Tears escaped both of our eyes - for opposite reasons, though. Still on my knees, I tried to massage my aching balls lightly.

"You've been a good boy," she whispeared, her voice filled with satisfaction, sending shivers down my spine, a little praise for my submission, her eyes soft and still foggy, a short moment of vulnaribility she decided to share with me. She took a deep breath, her eyes dominant and focused again.

"This is Gerry; he is designated to be free-use. You can do whatever you want to him except make him cum, as he is wearing a small pink chastity cage, perfect for his small pee-pee. " Giggles

"You can, of course, kick any boy's balls whenever you feel like it, but this one's reserved for some extra fun. Also, don't worry about whether you pop his balls; it's not as easy; besides, they're basically worthless." She smiled mischievously.

"So... Could I try something..." One of the girls asked, blushing as she lowered her gaze.

"Yes, of course, Kim," Monica replied with a warm and encouraging smile.

"Could you... like, stand, spread your legs, and close your eyes?. I'd always wanted to check something." Kim asked me politely, her voice trembling with nervous excitement. I could tell she was shy, but the smile tugging at her lips made her look endearing.

Kim's black mullet fell to her shoulders, framing a dark oversized tee tucked into short black jeans, with a stark red belt fastened around her waist. Black nylon stockings ran up to her thighs, ending in chunky boots. Her eyes were lined with dark eyeliner, but she didn't wear any other makeup.

"Yes, of course he can." Monica said, her eyes narrowing in a commanding stare. I followed Kim's order despite pulsing pain between my legs. My body was automatically responding to the wishes of any woman at university at this point in my training.

I closed my eyes.

KICK

I felt overwhelming pain exploding in my groin as I dropped to the floor, tears streaming down my cheeks.

Kim's eyes widened, panic flashing across her face. "I... I'm sorry," she cried, her voice trembling between embarrassment and excitement. "I didn't mean to hurt you so much. I had no idea that balls are this sensitive..." There was pity underneath the guilt in her voice, yet she couldn't conceal a faint smile at the corner of her mouth. Her eyes sparked with fire, a thrill of dominance flickering within them. It was clear that something had awakened in her.

"Owww... You're so cute, Kim," I heard Monica's soft and kind voice, "but there is no need to worry about this loser's balls," her voice mocking and harsh now as she referred to my testicles, her hand raising. "As I said, they're practically useless."

She delivered a sharp slap on my swollen balls to emphasize her point, then her fingers began to gently fold my testicles, her soft touch rewarding me for my obedience.

"May I try?" Kim asked with curiosity in her voice.

"Yeah, of course..." I replied, Monica's grip tightened, reminding me who's in charge, "mistress," I gasped.

Kim's hands explored my balls, her fingers gently fondling and playing with them.

"Is this enjoyable?" She asked politely. I nodded. She smiled, her eyes sparkling with a noticeable arousal. She started squeezing lightly.

"How about this?" she whispered, her breath warm against my ear. "Yeah, it's nice..." My eyes widened in shock as she increased the strength of her grip significantly, her fingers digging deep into my balls. "I think you forgot a word," she whispered, her voice low and teasing. I saw a spark of dominance in her now whimsical eyes. "I'm sorry, Mistress," I gasped. She let go, leaving me breathless and aching.

"Good boy." A shiver of submission went through my body as a playful giggle escaped her lips.

"Ehm... I think we should continue our little tour, shall we?" I heard Monica's voice.

Kim cheeks flushed red as she realized we were being watched by a group of girls, some with giggles, others with arousal, and a few with blank expressions.

"Ye... Yes, we can continue," Kim said, her eyes downcast in embarrassment. She returned to her shy and innocent shell.

"You did a great job," Monica added, putting a hand on her shoulder. "You can play with him later if you'd like. If you have any questions about domination, feel free to ask," she said with a warm smile. She seemed to be happy that Kim had embraced her dominant side. In that moment I felt deeply connected with Monica; we both shared the same goal: to empower girls like Kim to confidently take charge.

"I have one last fun idea, though," Monica said, her lips curled into a mischievous smile. "Let's put him naked in a locker in the ladies' changing room." Gulp.

Cruel to be Kind

Cruel to be Kind

By Ok_Comb5279

It had been a year since my father had remarried after being a widower for years. At 21 I was back from college for the summer, sharing the house with my new stepmother for the first time. She was the same age as my father at 50 but she looked stunning. An ebony goddess who looked years younger than she actually was.

Today was the first time I was home alone and I was unable to control my hormones any longer. I just had to cum. And Dee, my stepmother, had an impressive boot collection to help me achieve my goal.

I got down onto my knees and placed my balls against the wooden board. I was naked and rock hard already. I placed her platform rounded toe thigh boot on my balls as the stiletto heel gently rested on the board next to my balls. I pressed down with my left hand so the boots were crushing me softly as I closed my eyes and began masturbating. I began slowly and within a minute my breathing suddenly increased, becoming faster as my hand worked hard to try and bring that desperate orgasm to the surface.

But as I was lost in my own fantasy I had failed to hear the door open and the stiletto heels of my stepmother walk into the room as I continued to wank furiously.

"It'd be much more exhilarating and sexy if my foot was in those boots crushing your balls, wouldn't it?" I suddenly turned my head around and saw Dee looking at me with no emotion in her face.

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry, it's not what it looks like." I suddenly lifted her boot of my balls and felt my cock losing it's erection as I desperately tried to hide my embarrassment.

"Oh, it's exactly what it looks like. You little pervert. You have a boot addiction. But why were you using them to crush your balls?" She put her hands on her shapely hips as I saw her slip on stiletto pump heels tap the floor impatiently waiting for an answer.

"I don't know. I've always liked the view of the boots when looking at my cock when I masturbate." I wasn't exactly truthful as I had my eyes closed but I was hoping she didn't realize that.

"Put it back on your balls then sweetie. Let me see for myself." She had a look which showed she was curious and yet wanted to see if I'd listen to her.

"Urm, no, it's okay. I've lost the mood for it now." I looked at my now flaccid cock thanking it for not rising again at the sight of her huge cleavage and sexy thighs.

She didn't say a word as she slipped off her stiletto heels and walked barefoot towards me.

"Don't move, I'm going to make this real easy. My boots, my house, my rules. Now put my fucking boot on my foot." I began to shake in fear. This was a side of Dee I didn't know existed. Usually she was happy and vibrant, almost like the soul of the room. Now I was seeing her dominant side and it was terrifying me.

I placed the boot back on my balls. I watched as she slid her bare foot into the boot. It was like watching a hand slip into a glove. My cock was once again rock hard as it began increasing in size as I watched her foot slide into her boot.

"Ohhhhhhh fuckkkkkkk." I suddenly shouted aloud as I suddenly felt her press down on my balls. Jeez, I was in agony. I yelped aloud again and suddenly I felt Dee clasp her hand across my mouth.

"Let's see how much you can handle before you really tremble sweetie." Her voice, although trying to sound soothing, had a menacing undertone to it. Almost like she was trying to make sure I knew she was in charge. But I submitted instantly. My love of boots and her beautiful legs had made me instantly give in. But of course she didn't know that. She needed to press her point home and boy didn't she just.

I moaned loudly into her hand across my mouth as she increased the pressure. I couldn't move my balls were trapped under the sole of her vicious but sexy boot. She began to flatten my balls under her boot as the wave of pain kept increasing within my balls and brain.

It felt like I was being stabbed in the balls and the ache developed along with the sharp pain as she kept increasing and decreasing the pressure on my balls.

"Now, I want you to continue your masturbation from earlier! Get wanking sweetie. Mommas gonna make sure her boot helps you cum." She laughed in my ear as I grasped my long erection. I began to stroke my cock hard and fast, desperately trying to cum and not disappoint my stepmother.

"Slow down, slow down. Keep in rhythm with my boot pumping." She began to lift her boot slightly and pressed down like she was pumping the gas pedal of her car. It took a few seconds but then I got into rhythm with her.

"That's good sweetie, now keep to the rhythm I set at all times. It'll increase so be aware of the change." I nodded my head and continued to masturbate.

I was trapped, being forced to wank by the stepmother crushing my balls underneath her platform thigh high boots. But as much as I was enjoying my wank, the pain in my balls was constant, and getting worse and worse. I knew my balls were swelling underneath her boots but I couldn't do a thing to stop her.

"Good boy, now for the final push. Don't let me down!" She suddenly increased the pumping like she was trying to squeeze the cum out of my balls. I was struggling to breathe as the intensity suddenly increased. That's when I realized Dee was pressing down even harder than before. She knew I was close even before I did myself. Without any warning I shot my load all over the front of her boots. After what felt like forever Dee lifted her boot off my balls and I collapsed to the floor clutching my aching throbbing balls.

Dee then put the remaining boot on her other leg and stepped over to me. She placed the boot beside me which was covered with my cum and crouched down so I could see her face.

"Bet that felt amazing didn't it sweetie? Well you've got some mess to clean up. Get licking boy. I'll make a phone call whilst you clean up your mess." I didn't think much of what she said as I was in a pain and ecstasy stupor.

"Hey, Samira, grab your Louboutins and get Stephanie to do the same and come round. It seems your little stepbrother has a huge boot fetish. And I know just the way we can help him get his fix……yep that's it, got it in one. See you soon."

As I finished licking her boots clean I began trembling again. Dee had two daughters. Both were strong and stunningly beautiful. Thick thighs like their mom. And they were twins three years older than me. I had a feeling they didn't think much of me, now I was sure they were going to prove that to me.

"Oh, Dan. I just wish I had known about this fetish sooner. To think I could have been having so much fun before now. But don't worry, I'm about to make up for lost time." I gulped in fear as Dee pulled my head up so I was on my knees in front of her.

"Legs spread, and don't fucking move." Dee swung her boot hard and accurately into my balls without any consideration for my thoughts or wishes. I grunted but kept upright. She delivered another bone crushing kick hard into my balls. I leaned forward slightly but managed to take the blow. I didn't say a word but my balls were in agony. They felt like they were on fire, a pinball being smashed about within an arcade game and I couldn't do a thing to stop it.

Dee smashed her boot hard into my balls another eight times until she had kicked me ten times. I finally collapsed after her last blow. The pain was horrific as tears dropped down my face. I didn't say a word and as my face was away from Dee she didn't see me cry.

"Fucking hell sweetie. You've got some serious ability to take pain. I'm actually impressed. Let me show you my appreciation sweetie." I was pushed over onto my back. Dee climbed on top of me and I felt her thick thigh press against my cock. It reacted to her touch and I was rock hard again instantly. It was then Dee began to rub her thigh up and down the shaft of my cock. It was crushing my balls with it but the pleasure overwhelmed my senses and I didn't feel the pain suddenly. It was like I was numb momentarily.

It was just as I was about to cum that I heard the sound of heels walking across the hard floor. Dee"s two daughters Samira and Stephanie walked in. I couldn't see as Dee was on top of me still but I could feel their presence. Dee continued to thigh fuck my cock hard and fast.

But before I could cum she began to slam her knee into my balls repeatedly. Not too hard but enough to tip me over the edge and ruin my orgasm. I ejaculated all over my bare chest as Dee laughed.

"Never fails girls, no matter what."

She lifted herself off me and I looked up to see my stepsisters staring at me. They had a smile on their faces as they waited for me to take in the sight of them both.

"Ohhhhh, fuck." I gasped at the sight before me.

"Girls, I'll leave him with you for a while. Mommas got to find her own matching outfit. And I need to cum myself after the fun I just had. He's all yours until I'm back. Have fun!"

What I was looking at petrified me. But what Dee said about her own matching outfit scared me just as much.

"Don't worry Mom, we'll look after him, won't we Stephanie?" Samira smirked at her sister as Stephanie smiled back at her before looking into my eyes.

"Oh, we certainly will. Don't you worry Mom." Stephanie replied.

The fear was back, my body felt it. My balls felt it. But my cock was betraying me. It was once again rock hard.

"Right let's get started then." Samira said as she took a step towards me.

* * *

As I looked at the twins stepping towards me I knew I was in trouble. Samira, the slimmer of the two, had a look of pure joy at what she was about to do. Both of them were wearing matching leather jumpsuits which perfectly fitted their curves in all the right places. They had long black leather gloves and crotch high Louboutin boots that seemed as though they were made for their legs only. Stephanie the heavier and taller of the twins stepped over behind me.

"Don't worry Dan, me and Stephanie just want to have a little fun with you. We promise it won't take long." Samira winked towards Stephanie and both the twins giggled.

Samira then pushed my chest down with her boot so I was flat on my back. Stephanie sat down behind my head and within moments I felt my head being surrounded by her thick thighs. I was now trapped in her booted head scissors and I knew I had no way of escaping.

"Relax Dan, don't worry, I know how much you'll be able to handle. Just keep your eyes fixed on my boots down your chest and you'll be fine." Stephanie said as she stroked my face with her gloves. I now couldn't see my cock and balls as my view was blocked by Stephanie and her big booted feet. My cock was hard and throbbing as I fixed my eyes on her boots. The shape of them, perfect on her sexy big feet. I nearly ejaculated just thinking of humping her boots.

"Put your hands on my thighs Dan. Stroke them tenderly. And DON'T stop no matter what." Stephanie slapped my face to emphasize her point and I couldn't even speak or nod to say I understood. My neck was straining between her gorgeous thighs.

It was when Samira stood between my thighs and smirked at me I realized why Stephanie had told me not to move. Samira had her boot swung back so far I knew she wasn't holding anything back from her impending strike.

SLAM

The bile instantly flew up into my throat as the pain registered within my brain. The kick felt like a firecracker making contact directly with my balls. Her boot slammed hard into my balls with nothing held back. I instantly convulsed and it was clear why Stephanie had locked my head between her thighs as I couldn't thrash about underneath her lush legs.

Within ten seconds of her first strike Samira was already swinging her boot back for the next one.

SLAM

I violently began to shake as my hands trembled and tried to claw at Stephanie's boots. Desperate to try and free my neck so I could curl up into the smallest ball possible. My balls were on fire, the pain unbelievably intense in both my head and balls. My face, red and struggling between Stephanie's thighs. I knew one more strike and I was either going to puke or pass out.

"Holy shit!" Samira gasped out loud.

"What's up sis?" Stephanie looked concerned.

"No one has ever stayed conscious for more than one of my kicks let alone two. Dan has balls of steel. Either that or I'm losing my power?" Samira looked at her sister, now doubting herself.

"That last kick was harder than any I've ever seen you deliver. There's no way you're losing your power sis."

"Fucking hope not. I'd hate to actually keep guys awake when I don't have to." Samira sinisterly said.

"Let me have a crack at him. But let me knee his balls, you know that's my specialty." Stephanie said aloud as she unwrapped her thighs from my neck.

"Stand up Dan, we're not finished with you yet." Samira replies as I slowly feel myself being pulled to my feet by the twins. It is only then that I realize that not only am I smaller than both women, I'm also weaker than both of them. The strength they both have scared and excited me at the same time. I feel my arms being pinned behind my back by Samira as Stephanie stands in front of me.

"This is my own tried and tested technique. Slam a thick thigh between your legs then when the guy realizes it doesn't hurt that much, use the proper power knee. No one handles more than a few of these though. So don't worry, I don't expect much." Stephanie stroked my face as she spoke before pulling my head down. Intentionally so I can watch her slam her blows into my balls hard. My hard cock blocks some of the view but I can't mistake that thick thigh as I watch in horror as her booted thigh comes up and connects hard into my nutmeat.

She was spot on, it didn't hurt that much but the next blow was completely different. As soon as it slammed hard into my balls I knew what she was talking about. I felt the entire weight and power of her knee connect like dynamite against my balls. As her knee stayed against my balls it stopped me from buckling and collapsing to the floor. It was on par with Samira's kicks for pure power and I began to cry, the agony my balls were feeling penetrated every single sinew of my quivering body. The receptors now feeling completely messed up as body parts not even related to my balls or brains suddenly ached and begged for the muddle to stop.

But Stephanie didn't give me time to process the pain. I was once again forced to watch her knee slam into my balls hard. This time she didn't give me the softer blow and she just launched knee after knee hard into my balls as my legs became jello. I couldn't fall to the floor because each blow was delivered too quickly for me to collapse in time.

Finally after several minutes she ran out of steam and stepped away. I had stopped crying finally and mercilessly Samira let go of my arms. I stood there just about able to stay on my feet as both women stood side by side looking at me bewildered.

"What the fuck is going on. He's still awake and he's still standing." Samira was perplexed as she spoke to Stephanie. I was hunched badly and clasping my swollen aching balls but I was still standing. Almost proud of my achievement but also scared of how far both women would go to try and break me completely.

The sound of heels walking into the room broke the sudden silence in the air. Dee walked in dressed identically to her daughters in a leather jumpsuit and matching Louboutin boots that went to the end of her long thick thighs.

"So girls, I'm guessing by the silence you've figured out he has durable balls?" with her daughters looking at her and showing shock they couldn't speak.

"His Dad is the same, which is why I knew he'd make a good husband. He hates me busting his balls but he let's me because he loves me. Now that he's got a son who has tough balls we can all have some more fun. But Dan sweetie. Your balls are definitely tougher. Much tougher." She slaps my face softly as she compliments me and my hard cock twitches in appreciation.

"What shall we do with him now Mom?" Stephanie asks in anticipation. It was clear from the look on all three women's faces they wanted to explore my limits.

"Momma"s gonna sit on his face as you girls stand on his balls. One of your boots should easily fit on a nut each. Let's see if you can make him scream and cum at the same time? Might even help me cum as well." Dee laughed at her own joke but she was hoping it could happen.

Without warning Dee launched a kick hard into my balls. I just managed to remove my hands in time. But before I could clutch my now aching balls again Samira did the same and slammed a hard kick into my balls. Just as I was about to drop Stephanie delivered a final kick hard into my balls and I finally fell to the ground.

Dee easily managed to plant her juicy thick ass onto my face as she pinned my arms to my side with her boots as she straddled me. I felt her ass slowly push down on my face. I was barely able to breathe but I felt my legs then suddenly being pushed apart and two boots pressing my swollen balls towards my chest.

"Arrrggghhhhhhh" I screamed into Dee"s ass as I felt the full weight of both Samira and Stephanie stand on my balls. My cock was pressed against my stomach with nowhere to do as both crushed my balls beneath their designer boots. Dee was absolutely right. I was going to scream and cum at the same time as I felt the unmistakable feeling of cum rising to the surface.

"Now long to wait girls, he's practically at the surface."I heard Dee tell her daughters as both Samira and Stephanie laughed and leaned on one another to support themselves.

"Arrrrghghhh" I continued to scream hard into Dee"s ass as I felt myself blow my load all over my chest.

"Good work girls. That was great to watch. And his screams have made me horny again." Dee climbed off me but instead of getting up she wrapped her legs around my neck and locked me in a neck scissor hold.

"Now it's my turn to cum sweetie. Girls, I want you to kick him in the balls for me. Not full force yet, but don't stop till I cum." Oh shit, this wasn't going to be fun.

"No worries Mom. Come on Steph, let's enjoy ourselves." Without another word I watched as both women stood between my stretched legs and positioned themselves. It was clear Samira wanted to kick me more as she had a look of smug satisfaction on her face. Stephanie herself looked content. Once again Dee"s boots blocked my view of my own nuts as both began delivering hard accurate kicks into my poor battered balls. My hands gripped the thighs of Dee"s boots as I tried to relieve the strain around my neck. My view of her boots at the end of my chest made my cock hard once more. I heard Dee moan in pleasure as I began to scream and groan from the pain of the girl's strikes. The pain was horrific as they slammed in their kicks hard, but it was like my balls were becoming more numb, it didn't hurt like before. I could hear Dee put her fingers against her pussy and began stroking it. With her jumpsuit she wasn't able to slip them inside so she had deliberately made sure it took longer to climax.

"Keep going girls. Now permission for full force. Hold nothing back. I'm nearly there." Dee quietly issued her instructions to her daughters as she became lost in her own oncoming climax.

"Argggghhhhhhhh" I couldn't hold my cries of pain in any longer as Samira and Stephanie began slamming obscenely hard kicks into my balls. I was feeling Dee"s thighs grip tighter around my neck. One last kick from Samira's brutal but beautiful boot was delivered and suddenly I heard Dee moan loudly as she began to climax. It was the last thing I heard as her thighs gripped too tightly around my neck and I passed out from the sheer power of her gorgeous thighs.

I woke up minutes later, still on the floor where I had been when I passed out. But it was quiet. For a minute I thought I was alone and I took a moment to regain my sight and senses and check my balls were still there. It was then I heard her voice.

"Don't worry, they're still there." I was suddenly frozen in fear. Of the three women she was the one I feared most. I felt she was the most hostile towards me. The one who didn't show any care or emotion towards me. She stepped in front of me so I could see her. When I saw her my mouth opened in shock.

Standing completely naked aside from her boots and gloves in front of me was Samira.

"Ever since I first saw you at the wedding I've wanted to fuck your brains out. I couldn't understand why, I haven't ever felt an attraction towards anyone like that. But one look at your huge cock today, seeing your balls of steel first hand. I now know it was fate." She stepped closer towards me and placed her right boot sole across both my swollen balls and pressed down hard. My hand gripped her boot instinctively as she began to grind my balls slowly.

"So, you've got to decide one final thing. Do we fuck right now? Or do my boots continue to fuck your balls up until you understand, one way or another I'm still going to fuck your brains out?" She raised her eyebrows up as she waited for me to answer.

"One one condition?" I quickly replied.

"What's that then?" Samira said apprehensively, wondering what I was about to ask.

"You're keeping these boots on." I stroke it as she continues to grind my balls, although much more gently now as she realizes the conversation is going the way she wants it to.

She laughs aloud. "Deal, these boots are staying on all night baby. Only if you promise to worship me as much as you do my boots." She continued to laugh.

"Deal." I laugh back as she finally removes her boot from my balls and pulls me up. She takes my hand and we quickly rush to my bedroom.

It was going to be a long night!

Brian’s bad Habit

Brian’s bad Habit

By Richard Dweck

Brian was very perverted. He loved busty all natural curvy women. He loved to masturbate and had been doing it from an early age. He got a step sister when his mom remarried. He name was Britney, she was 19 and was a goddess to him. She had all natural body of skin that was perfectly pale, auburn hair and green eyes. She was short at 4ft 11 but had an hour glass figure that featured all the qualities Brian found attractive and arousing: big bouncy breasts, thick thighs, heavenly hips, surprisingly long legs for her stature and a tight ample plump ass.

Britney was nice and they became friends but Brian couldn’t control his libido and often thought about her when he masturbated. One day he was curious of her exact bra size when he was home alone and snuck into he room. She was a G cup and his erection was so hard it was painful, so he began to stand there and jerk off into her huge bra. He closed his eyes humping and jerking imaging burying his face in her rack and motor boating and sliding his cock between her cleavage and fucking her tits as she sucked the tip of my dick. I just kept emptying my balls then I heard her voice and she shouted

Suddenly he heard a gasp and his sister exclaimed “ My Favorite bra! What are you doing?!”

He stopped and turned around to explain but she slammed her foot into his scrotum knocking his testicles, something he’d never experienced before.

His eyes rolled like images on a slot machine and then stopped an his pupils crossed, he clutched his sack and doubled over then yelped, grunted, groaned and moaned

“ Augh- ooh-oooh-OH-UHL!”

He dropped to his knees and grimaced then writhed and rolled laying on his back covering and rubbing his throbbing gonads

“ My BALLS!, My BAWLS! My BAWLSAH!”  He exclaimed but his step sister was to focused on her favorite white red laced bra, the cups stained with cum.

“ You kicked my balls” He whimpered emphasizing  on the fact she booted his testicles.

“ You jacked off and came into my Bra!” She responded, “ Now get out!”

“ Touché” He whimpered and began to crawl out her room, he stopped in the door way in his position of on his hands and knees and placed a hand on the doorway wall but before he could massage his boys she ran and kicked him again this time from behind and her foot hit the bottom of his sac pushing the testicles upward and apart, his eyes crossed and he tumbled with a somersault but stayed on his back and sobbed.

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Britney's Point of View:

My dad married a pretty nice woman, she has a son and he’s 16 but he’s very nice. I expected him to be rude and annoying but we actually became close but I think to close. I have big boobs, they  are natural and they are a plight and a gift they are G cup. I expected him to stare, I expected him to jerk off to them but I did not expect this nice kid to do the deed into my favorite bra. Yep he went into my room, grabbed the first bra he saw and went to work releasing his junk juice into the cups. I overreacted, he turned around and I front kicked him in the crotch. I had never done anything like that before and I know that was his first shot to his privates. He reacted like a character in a slap-humor comedy film and clutch/covered “himself” and doubled over, his eyes rolled around almost to the back of his mind and then his pupils dilated and he groaned, moaned, yelped and shouted “ MY BUH-ALLS” repeatedly. I felt bad but also it was funny and fun. He left when I ordered him but they were there as he was crawling and about to massage her nuts and I just dashed well sprinted forward and kicked him there again. He cried for 45 minutes then it was silent.

I went out to see him not there anymore and heard some sniffling in the kitchen, I walked there casually and he was holding a bag of ice.

“Are you ok?” I asked concerned.

“You kicked my balls.” He repeated in a whimpering tone again.

“I know, I’m sorry.” I told him.

“I deserved it.” He said.

“I over-reacted a bit.” I told him.

“why does it have to hurt so much!” He cried out.

“What does it feel like?” I asked

“An aching and throbbing pain, a pain that goes from your nuts to your guts and  back and you just want to hold them instinctively like a mom attending to sick or sad child. “ There there balls”.  He said then chuckled a bit.

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Since the first bust, Brian and Britney still get along well. Brian doesn't use her bra for his private times but locks the door to his room now. Brian got over the humiliation and agony and accepted the confidence leveling fact that the center of his manhood was the weakest place. His step sister Britney's feelings were more complicated, she got a rush not a sexual rush but a rush from the incident, it made her laugh it made her scared that she actually might have hurt him and made her feel empathy, she was scared of being told on but he seemed to let it go. She wanted to bust him again though.

Brian came outside to tell her that mom and dad left for a romantic evening. The summer air was perfected and he was mesmerized quickly by her long legs and his view traveled onto her thick thighs and ample ass, he felt that familiar stirring in his loins and was getting semi hard when he felt the most agonizing pain in the world, the soccerball hit him in the crotch at a zillion mph and it struck everything, the penis and testicles, the frank and beans, the meat and two veg, the dick and nuts, his cock and balls, his carrot and berries. He yelped and fell down, he fished his hands down his shorts and groaned and moaned.

"I'm SO Sorry!" Britney exclaimed. " I guess my aim is a bit off." She explained.

"Ya think?!" Brian said in a comically high pitched toned of voice.

"I didn't mean to hit your balls." She told him.

"You HIT everything!" He screamed.

"What?" She said confused

"Everything. Both my pride and joy, my package, my cock and bah . . ."

"OK! I get it." She said, maybe you shouldn't have been in my way.

"I was to the right of you, the goal was in front of you." He argued.

She just giggled and went inside.