Truth or Dare with Amy and Heather

By loganknight

This story is loosely based on an experience I had when I was 20, and in my own place for the first time.

We used to call Amy "Little Amy" because she was so young compared to the rest of us in the crowd we ran around with. She was 16, and while she didn't have a great body, she was a lot of fun and cute as a button. I don't know if it was her attitude or her personality, but even though you wouldn't think she was sexy when you first looked at her, once you got to know her she certainly had a strong appeal. 5 foot nothing and 120 pounds with reddish-blond hair and maybe a 38b-30-38 body; she was always fun to have around. Her friend Heather was another story - this girl was 18, and without doubt one of the sexiest women I'd ever met. 5'3" or so and 108 at most, she was a 36d-26-36 knockout brunette with long black hair and light brown eyes. The only thing wrong with her was that she didn't have any idea how hot she was - in fact; she seemed to think she was unattractive.

My apartment was a typical "single man first apartment" - I had a hand-me-down couch, a table with a TV on it and an overstuffed chair in the living room, a mattress on the floor in the bedroom, and a lot of beer in the fridge. It was 9pm on a Saturday night that, for some reason I can't remember, the three of us were sitting on the floor in my apartment, drinking beer and bored silly.

Normally there would have been nine or ten of us out somewhere - the lake, a movie, a club, whatever. So after a few beers, Amy pulls a deck of cards out from her purse and jokingly suggests strip poker.

Heather laughs and says "OK, why not?" and I'm doing some fast mental math - I'm wearing jeans, a T-shirt and some boxers, with a pair of socks. Bother girls have on two shirts, jeans, bra, panties shoes and socks. Not wanting to seem like a party pooper (and eager to see Heather nude!) I declare that so long as shoes and socks count as a single item, I'm in.

Pretty soon I'm down to my boxers, and the girls are in just the jeans, panties and T-shirts (they'd opted to take their bras off under their second shirt rather than loose the shirt - much to my disappointment). Heather also still had her shoes - moccasin boots that laced up to just under her knees.

An argument about something or other broke out and Amy commented "Hey, you're the one that was so eager to be naked, why don't you just strip!" I pointed out that it was the two of THEM that were so eager to have me naked, not me.

Amy and Heather looked at each other and Amy said "He's right - get his boxers!" as they both lunged at me. Now, there are far worse things that can happen than to have two women you find attractive struggling against you trying to get your last article of clothing off, I'm sure you'll agree. But I put up a fight anyway, and at some point while I had Heather in a hug with me on the floor on my back and her back to my chest on top of me that she started kicking around and "accidentally" brought the heel of her right boot down squarely on my nuts. That finished me off in a number of ways. As pain exploded in my balls, my cock went from semi-rigid to a full scale woody, and enough fight went out of me that Amy swooped in and yanked my boxers down and off my body.

My arms released Heather, who giggled out a "sorry about that" as she rolled off me, and I felt Amy's hand close tightly around my cock, as she giggled "Hey, look! The little guy sure is happy to see us!" In addition to the fact that Amy had few, if any, inhibitions, she and I had also slept together a few times in the past, so the fact that she was so comfortable with my body wasn't surprising.

Heather, on the other hand, had never seen me naked, so it was a little embarrassing for me that the first time should be while I in moderate pain with a raging hard on that another girl had her hand wrapped around while she squeezed it and shook it back and forth. "Hey, I have an idea!" said Heather as her eyes locked on my cock and balls. "Let's play Truth or Dare!"

Everyone quickly agreed, and Amy looked at me and said "Truth or Dare!"

"Dare!" I replied, starting to get up to find my clothes.

"I dare you to stay naked the rest of the night!" I must confess, I hadn't seen that one coming.

"What?" I replied, my boxers now in my hand. I looked at them and tossed them over onto the couch. "OK, my turn, Amy, Truth of Dare!"

"Truth!" she giggled. Damn.

Well, fine, then I'll just embarrass her "Is it true that you like giving blow jobs better than sex?"

To her credit, she did manage a small blush "Yes, that's true. Heather, Truth or Dare!"

Heather was looking at my still hard cock, but as all eyes turned to her she looked up. "Uh….truth!"

"Do you like giving blow jobs?" Amy asked.

Heather actually looked uncomfortable. "I've never given one" she admitted.

"What?!?!" Amy was shocked. Heather quickly explained that she'd only dated her ex-boyfriend, and even though they were together for almost 3 years, they'd never really done anything, and the three or four times they had had sexy, it had been in a room with all the lights out. She went on to explain that this was the first time she'd actually gotten a good look at a naked man. My cock twitched and stood a little higher.

"Logan, Truth or Dare!" Heather said.

"Well, since no one else seems to be taking dares, I'll take truth!" now mind you, our little crowd wasn't shy - these were all questions we could have asked at any time and gotten truthful answers, but still, the game is the game.

"Did it turn you on when I kicked your balls?" Heather wanted to know.

Uh oh. I hadn't seen that one coming, either. Heather was looking at me, and Amy looked very curious as well. "Um….yeah." I sort of mumbled.

"What? It looked like it hurt!" Amy exclaimed in disbelief.

"Well, it did, but it was erotic, too…" I tried to explain. Amy was always teasing about hitting guys in the balls, so I suspected she enjoyed it, which explained her interest in finding out that I might be OK with it.

"Heather, Truth or Dare!" I said. Truth again for Heather. "So did you like kicking my balls?"

It was Heather's turn to blush. "Yes, it was funny and a turn on." My cock was really hard now!

"Amy, truth or dare!" Heather asked.

"I'll take a dare" Amy replied. Looking back on it, I'd figure out that the only reason she took the dare was that she wanted ME to take the next dare.

"OK, let me see…" Heather looked around the room. "Oh, OK. I dare you to take off your shirt and go get us more beers!"

Amy took off her shirt and headed to the fridge. Coming back, her nipples were hard from the cold air in the fridge, and I liked the view very much. She put her shirt back on and looked at me and said "Truth or Dare!"

"Dare!" I said

"I dare you to be our servant for the rest of the night; our wishes will be your commands!" After some negotiations, it was agreed that I would do it, provided I had the right to veto anything that was over the line, and that they would be topless for the rest of the night. The girls took off their shirts.

"So we can do anything we want with him?" Heather asked Amy.

"Yup!"

"So if I wanted to grab his dick..." Heather left the question hang.

"Just reach over and grab!" Amy confirmed. Heather grabbed my hard cock with gusto. She squeezed tightly, pulling and shaking it around, "Look at the way his balls bounce around!" Heather giggled.

"Slap 'em!" Amy laughed, and before I could react, Heather's hand shot out and slapped my nuts, hard. Amy let go of my dick, letting me slump to the floor holding my balls as the girls laughed.

"Oh, we're gonna have fun tonight!" Heather exclaimed.

"You bet we are!" Agreed Amy. "Go sit on the couch Logan, and spread your legs!" Now, I didn't know it yet, but Amy was making sure that I got some of the things I wanted out of the night too. But it was gonna cost me. She walked over and stood between my legs, looking at me.

"You like my boobs? Want a closer look?" Amy asked, as she fell forward, landing with my cock and balls under her knee, and her tits inches from my face. Her nipples got hard as she started grinding her knee back and forth on my cock and balls. I figured there wasn't much else they could do to me that they weren't already going to do, so I grabbed onto her ass with both hands and started sucking her nipples as she ground my balls into the couch.

"OK, my turn already!" cried Heather. Amy gave my cock one more hard bounce, and got up. "I have a special delivery for his package!" Heather giggled, lifting her right knee into the air to indicate the delivery. I was so hard in anticipation of getting to feel Heather's ass and play with her breasts and suck on her nipples I couldn't stand it. Luckily, I didn't have to wait long, as Heather threw herself down on one knee, right on my meat, fast and hard. I grunted and my hands flew up to her ass as I leaned forward into her breasts all just in reaction to the pain in my balls. If I'd thought Amy had been rough, Heather was brutal. She bounced up and down, ramming her knee into my cock and balls over and over again, her ample breasts jiggling and bouncing, I couldn't suck on them, but she did keep rubbing them against my face.

Eventually, she stopped bouncing and began shifting her knee back and forth over my cock and balls, grinding them under it. I finally got the chance to suck on her pert nipples, and I was in heaven. All too soon, she tired of the grinding, and stood back up. She looked down at my meat, and planted her right boot squarely on my cock, trapping my balls under it. As she pushed down with her foot in the process of standing up directly on my cock, I grunted and groaned and whimpered, which brought a duet of giggles from the girls. Heather had her right foot with most of her weight on my package, her left foot resting lightly on my right thigh for balance, and her crotch directly in front of my nose. I leaned forward into her, as she put her hands in my hair for some additional balance, and I could feel the heat radiating from between her legs - all of this was really turning her on! With my nose just inches from her womanhood, I could smell the musky aroma of her arousal.

She moved her left foot to the outside of my thigh, and said "Packages needs stamps, don't they?" and giggled as she started "stamping" my package with her right foot. I had my chin on her mound, looking up her taught belly at the way her breasts moved with each stamp of my cock, rubbing my chin slightly against her as she moved.

"OK, enough of that, I wanna try some kick-ball!" Amy demanded. Heather reluctantly stepped off my cock, and then gripped it tightly and pulled me to my feet. Her eyes were locked on the image of her hand wrapped tightly around my bright red cock.

"OK, where do you want him?" Heather asked.

"Oh, I dunno - on his knees, maybe?" Amy said.

"OK then!" Heather replied, yanking my dick down and forcing me to my knees. "Spread your legs a bit more, so we have a good target. You wouldn't want to disappoint me, would you?" Heather teased. No, I certainly wouldn't want to disappoint her! Heather stepped back, and Amy unleashed a hard kick right into my groin, catching my balls perfectly with the top of her foot.

"Wham-o!" Amy giggled as I fell forward onto my hands and knees. "Boy this makes me hot!" Amy enthused. Just then, I felt another hard kick to my dangling balls from behind.

"They were just hanging there, I couldn't resist!" Heather laughed as I curled up on the floor. We talked for a bit while I recovered. Then we heard a car pulling up.

"Go stand on the balcony, and say hello to whoever it is!" giggled Amy. So out I went, red with embarrassment, just in time to see my neighbor get out of her car. She was 30ish, single and lived in the apartment under mine.

"Good evening. Beautiful night out tonight, isn't it?" I said as she walked towards me.

"Oh my gosh!" she gasped, seeing me standing naked on my balcony.

"What the hell are you doing?" demanded Heather from behind me.

"AAAHHHHHHHH!" I gasped as Heather's hand slammed up between my legs from behind, grabbing my nuts hard.

"I'm so sorry, he's been drinking, I don't know what the hell he was doing!" explained and apologized Heather, "I'll have to teach him some manners!" she said, applying more pressure to my balls, causing me to grunt, groan and beg.

"Looks like you have the "situation" well in "hand"" Giggled my neighbor, who had stopped just beneath my balcony to watch what was going on.

"I'll take care of it tonight, and I'll remind him in the morning that you owe him a similar "lesson" sometime!" Heather laughed.

"Ha, ha! I might just follow up on that!" my neighbor chuckled.

"Good night, and again I apologize!" Heather said as she dragged me back inside by my balls. Amy began slapping my hard cock while Heather kept a tight grip on my balls from behind.

Suddenly, Amy stopped. "Hey Heather, want me to teach you how to give a blow job?" Amy looked up and me and smiled, her eyes sparkling.

"Sure!" Heather readily accepted - Amy was famous in our little group for the quality of her blowjobs.

"Go sit on the couch Logan, this will be easier if you're sitting down." Amy directed. I certainly wasn't going to argue!

The End.

Shannon "Thunder Thighs" Stevens

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Delcia "The Nutcracker" and Stephanie "The Ball Breaker"

By loganknight

Delcia and Stephanie were a year behind me in high school. The events in this story take place when I was 17 and they were both 16. Delcia was around 5' 9", and 42DD-32-40, dark brown hair and brown eyes, maybe 150 pounds - a big gal, no question, but very nicely put together. Stephanie, on the other hand, was your average blond wet dream - 5' 4", 120, blond hair, blue eyes and 38D-26-36, with the softest, smoothest skin I've ever seen. For some reason though, she didn't hang out with the "in" crowd, she hung out with us.

I had a number of experiences leading up to "the big weekend" with these two girls, the first I can remember is that I was over at Stephanie's helping her hang Christmas lights. Delcia was holding the strand of lights while I got up on a chair, then she'd hand the strand to me, and I'd staple it up and hand the staple gun down to her. She'd been off to one side or another, but there came a point that for some reason I had to put the chair right in front of where she was standing. I had on a pair of sweat pants, and nothing under them, so I can surmise that she had a pretty good view. I handed down the staple gun, and she took it with her left hand as her right fist shot out and hammered my dangling nuts. I grunted and fell forward off the chair, and Delcia caught me and I slid down her front as her knee shot up into my balls as I fell. Stephanie saw the whole thing, and they were both laughing.

"It was a perfect shot, I just couldn't resist! The knee was a bonus though, I hadn't expected that!" Delcia explained to Stephanie.

Stephanie looked at me with my arms wrapped around Delcia, the side of my face pressed into her ample breasts as I started to recover "Well, that's why we call her "The Nutcracker!" Stephanie giggled. Delcia lowered me onto the chair, and I leaned back and took a few deep breaths, and Stephanie motioned Delcia over and whispered something in her ear. They both looked at me and burst out in giggles. As I started to be a bit more aware of my surrounding, I shifted my position to try to hide my raging hard-on, but in sweat pants that were a bit tight to start with, it was a losing battle, not to mention that they'd already noticed.

Another time we were all at a little private lake way out in the country, where we used to go skinny dipping. Usually there were more of us there, but for some reason I don't remember, it was just the three of us that day. We'd been splashing around in the water for a while, and ended up back on the little beach to eat the lunch we'd brought with us. After that, I laid out on my towel to enjoy the sun. Delcia and Stephanie were batting a volleyball back and forth, and just when I'd stopped paying attention for fear of being dreadfully embarrassed by getting a hard on, Stephanie threw the volleyball hard into my balls. They girls laughed and came over to see if I was alright.

"You really volleyed HIS balls! But it looks like he's just fine to me!" Delcia giggled as she pulled my hands away from my crotch, exposing my rock hard dick to them both. Stephanie grabbed my dick and stroked it a few quick times, soliciting a moan from me.

"Feels like it to me!" she giggled. Delcia then slapped my bare balls, causing me to curl up again. After a few embarrassing moments, we went on with our day.

Delcia and Stephanie were both big fans of wrestling. As such, we'd often get together at one of their houses to watch PPV events. Now, I wasn't a big fan of wrestling, but I was a big fan of attractive girls with big boobs that were likely to rack my balls, so I always went over for these events. Sometimes there was a large crowd of people; sometimes there were just a few of us. This particular Friday night it was just Delcia, Stephanie, and Ashleigh, Stephanie's cousin. Ash had to leave early, so by 10pm, the event was winding down and it was just the 3 of us. I don't remember who all was wrestling, but there was a point where a woman that was one of the wrestler's supposed girl friend hammered his opponent's balls to "save her man".

"Oh, she got him RIGHT in the punching bag!" Stephanie giggled.

"See what's different between him and Logan?" Delcia asked.

"NO BONER!" they both yelled, laughing as I blushed.

After the show ended, we somehow ended up deciding to try our hands at wrestling, I'm not sure how the conversation got to that point, but since I didn't want to look like a wuss, I ended up helping move furniture around so we'd have a large, empty space in the middle of the living room. Stephanie went and got a pair of white spandex bike shorts for me to wear, and after changing into them, I went back to the living room to find Delcia in a blue bikini, and Stephanie in a pink bikini.

"OK, I wanna wrestle him first!" Delcia said.

"In this corner, at 42DD, TRIPLE B!" Stephanie giggled. "I wanted to go first though!"

"Well, we could tag team." Delcia suggested

"I'm OK with whatever you two decide" I put in.

"Tag team works!" Stephanie said. "Triple P and Triple B vs. White and Tight!" she giggled, looking at the outline of my cock and balls in my spandex outfit.

I blushed. "What's the winner get?" I asked.

"Good question. What do you think the winner should get?" Delcia asked.

"Hmmmm. Losers have to do whatever the winner says all day tomorrow?" I suggested, leering at them.

"Oh, OK! I like that idea!" Stephanie giggled

"Sure, why not?" Delcia agreed. Which was fine by me - even if I lost, I won.

The girls flipped a coin to see who would start, and as it turned out, Delcia won. We flipped the coin again to see who would be bottom, and Delcia won, so I got on all fours. Delcia seemed to have trouble getting into position, although what she was really doing was using that excuse to rub her hands over my chest and stomach, rub her breasts against my back, and her legs and groin against my ass. If she thought this would get me hard so she would have an advantage, she was right! Finally, Delcia and I both indicated we were ready, and Stephanie signaled the start of the match. I braced myself for Delcia to try to flip me to the left, but she surprised me by instead simply letting go and leaning back on her knees. My momentary confusion left me unbalanced, and that was all the chance Delcia needed, as her hand shot between my legs, slapping my nuts hard.

"Oh! Right in the punching bag!" Giggled Stephanie as I groaned and rolled to my back, holding my nuts. Delcia quickly straddled my chest, facing my feet, and pulled my hands away from my crotch.

"Yup, and look!" Delcia laughed

"BONER!" The girls giggled in stereo. I couldn't see past Delcia, and I was struggling to get out from under her when I felt hands pulling at my shorts. Delcia was still holding my hands away from my crotch, so I knew it had to be Stephanie.

"Hey! What are you doing!?!" I cried in dismay.

"The rules are there are no rules, remember?" Laughed Stephanie as my shorts yielded to her efforts. Delcia shifted so that she was holding both my hands with one of hers, and lightning fast had the head of my hard cock between her thumb and the side of her pointer finger, pinching and twisting viciously.

"Hey! That's my job! You're Triple B, the Blue Ball Basher, I'm Triple P, the Pink Penis Punisher!" Stephanie laughed at Delcia. Through my grunts and groans, I realized they'd intended from the start to have this be less of a match than an excuse to indulge themselves.

"Oh, right, sorry!" Laughed Delcia, as she let go of my hard dick and punched her fist down into my balls several times. She stood up as I curled up holding my balls, and tagged Stephanie in. "I bashed his balls, now punish his penis!" Delcia giggled as Stephanie rolled me onto my stomach and reached between my legs.

"Oh, I will!" Stephanie promised. She wrapped her hand around my hard cock and yanked it back between my legs, making me groan. She kneeled down, straddling my back, her firm ass pressed into the small of my back as she levered my hard cock even farther backwards between my legs.

"You must like this treatment, you're dick is totally rock hard!" Stephanie laughed, wrapping her left hand around the shaft of my cock, while slapping down on the head of it with her right hand, like she was trying to get ketchup out of a bottle.

"AAHH! Stephanie, OH! please AAHH! I can't AAHH!" take this OOHH!" I begged.

"Oh, alright wuss!" she said, pulling my cock as far back as she could, then letting it snap back into the floor to a duet of giggles. As I laid there trying to catch my breath, Stephanie stomped her foot down on my dick, and ground it into the floor, as if she was crushing out a cigarette.

"Like this better?" she giggled, lifting her foot and stomping it back down on my hard but hurting dick. I jumped with every stomp, and there were a lot of them. I could feel the difference when Stephanie stopped stomping, and started hopping on one foot on my cock.

"I've heard of hop SCOTCH, but this is the first time I've seen hop DICK!" laughed Delcia. I struggled to my hands and knees, trying to get up as Stephanie tagged Delcia back in. Just as I got to my hands and knees, Delcia took a running start and kicked into my balls from behind.

"Field goal!" she cried as Stephanie laughed. I fell forward, flat out on my stomach again and Delcia reached down and grabbed my nuts from behind, pulling my up by them. Once she had me on my feet, she reached her right hand around and began furiously stroking my cock, while at the same time squeezing and twisting my balls. I moaned, groaned, grunted, sobbed and gasped.

"You should see his face, he looks so confused! One second he looks like he's about to cum, and the next he looks like he's about to pass out or cry!" Stephanie giggled uncontrollably watching my face, and Delcia laughed as Stephanie described it to her. Delcia let go of my cock and balls, and put me in a headlock. She walked me forward until I was standing right in front of Stephanie, who was sitting in a chair. She used one of her feet to spread my legs out.

"Don't you know it's not polite to point?" Giggled Stephanie, slapping my cock hard, since it was what was "pointing" at her.

"Work his speed bag Steph!" laughed Delcia "I'll make sure he's not going anywhere!" Stephanie held her fists up in a ready position, and looked up at me and giggled. She started with light punches, right then left then right, and started slowly punching harder and faster, left, right, left right. After about a minute, she finished up by punching down on my dick as hard as she could.

"Now that's what I call beating his meat!" she laughed. Delcia turned me around so that I was facing her, holding me up with her arms under mine, my hands holding on to her shoulders as I tried to recover. She rammed her knee into my balls as hard as she could, and let me go. As I slid down her body to the floor, my hands must have gotten caught on her bikini top, since it came off and landed on the floor next to me.

"Oh, so he's got some fight left in him and wants a topless wrestler!" laughed Delcia, picking up her top and tossing it over to the couch, out of the way. She tagged Stephanie in as I lay on the floor holding my balls and admiring her large, firm breasts.

"Well then, I guess we'll have to teach him that just because we're topless doesn't mean we're weak!" laughed Stephanie, standing over me as she discarded her top. She walked around and then pulled my arms back above my head, and straddled my chest, her firm ass just inches from my face, and her legs holding my arms to the floor above my head. She grabbed my cock, and began stroking it, as I moaned and gasped, quickly bringing me to the edge of orgasm, then letting go of my dick and slapping her hand back and forth, pounding my dick with slaps and backhand slaps. Then she wrapped both her hands around my cock, and twisted them in opposite direction, giving me an "Indian burn" on my dick.

"I've never seen a dick that bright red before!" laughed Delcia.

"Have you ever seen one that's been beaten on this much before?" asked Stephanie.

"Nope! Guess that explains it, huh?" They both laughed. "Keep him down, I wanna try something!" Delcia continued. I couldn't see what she was doing, but soon enough I felt her teeth biting into my dick. She had it sideways across her mouth, so that more of her teeth could bite into my cock. I grunted and groaned.

"Oh my God!" Stephanie exclaimed. "Every time I've given a blow job I've wanted to try doing exactly that!"

"Me too!" Delcia replied, spitting my dick out of her mouth "Which is why I went ahead and did it now!" She laughed. They took turns biting on my dick that way for what seemed like a long time, but was probably only a few minutes.

"OK, get off him." Said Delcia as she stood between my legs, placing her foot on my nuts, pressing them into the floor. Stephanie got up and stood beside her, giving me a great view of both of them topless.

"You give"? Delcia asked, slowly pressing my nuts harder and harder into the floor.

"I give, I give!" I readily agreed.

"Say 'Stephanie and Delcia kicked my ass by beating my meat!' and make us believe you mean it!" giggled Stephanie.

"Stephanie and Delcia kicked my ass by beating my meat," I managed to mumble through the pain in my balls as Delcia applied more pressure.

"That didn't sound very convincing. Maybe you should add a part to it about how much you liked it, and how you want us to beat your meat whenever we want to," giggled Delcia, twisting her foot back and forth over my balls.

"Stephanie and Delcia kicked my ass by beating my meat, and I loved it and will let them beat my meat whenever they want to, because they're the sexiest women I know!" I proclaimed, pretty much meaning every word, though they didn't know it.

"Well, I'm convinced, and I'll be happy to take you up on that offer!" laughed Stephanie.

"Now jack off for us!" Delcia instructed, giving my balls a last hard press into the floor and releasing them "Unless you'd rather we keep beating your meat instead!"

"Oh, that's a great idea! Let's see you stroke yourself off for our amusement!" agreed Stephanie as the girl sat down on the couch to watch. Not having much of a choice, I sat up and started slowly stroking my sore cock.

"No, stand up, right in front of us!" Delcia instructed. Not having much of a choice, I stood up and walked over to stand in front of and between them, and started stroking my shaft. Stephanie reached up and pinched one of my nipples, then the other, twisting them hard. Delcia reached out and flicked my balls with her finger, one then the other, causing me to jump slightly and stop stroking my dick

"Keep jacking, or I'll really pound your nuts!" laughed Delcia, and I started stroking my cock again, while she kept flicking my balls.

"Faster! We want to see cum!" giggled Delcia, as Stephanie ran her hands over my hips and ass. Delcia kept up the flicks to my balls, faster and faster one after another, and it was all I could do to keep standing, trying to cum so I could sit down.

Soon, I could feel myself approaching the edge, and I mumbled "I'm going to cum!"

"Oh no you aren't!" laughed Stephanie, slamming her fist into my hanging balls as hard as she could. Delcia laughed as I collapsed to the floor. I didn't try to fight them as they laid me out spread eagle, Stephanie between my legs and Delcia kneeling just behind my head.

Stephanie placed her left hand on top of my balls, leaning forward and pressing them into the floor. With her right hand, she started to stroke my cock. "I want you to cum for me now!" she giggled. Delcia leaned forward, brushing her breasts against my face.

"Suck on these!" Delcia demanded. I was only too happy to oblige her. Stephanie expertly stroked my cock, and after all I'd been through I didn't have much control left.

"He's gonna cum any second now!" Stephanie announced, and in just a few seconds, the first stream of cum erupted from my cock, striking Delcia in the face, right where Stephanie had aimed. Delcia sputtered and sat back, lifting her tits out of my face, and Stephanie pulled my cock so that it was pointing towards her, and leaned hard onto my balls, causing me to shoot the rest of a massive load of cum all over her breasts and stomach. Stephanie continued to stroke my cock lightly and released my balls as I collapsed, exhausted. I looked up at Delcia in time to see her lick my cum off of her lips, then wipe her face with a T-shirt. She threw the T-shirt to Stephanie, who looked at Delcia, ran her fingers threw a thick splattering if my cum from between her breasts, then lick her fingers clean.

"I've never seen a guy cum the hard, even in a porno!" said Delcia.

"Or that MUCH!" agreed Stephanie as she used the T-shirt to wipe the rest of my cum off of her stomach and tits.

"I'll get you for making him cum in my face!" giggled Delcia.

"That was an accident!" laughed Stephanie. "Besides, tomorrow he's ours all day long!" she giggled, tugging on my balls "We'll really be able to work these little guys over!" I groaned in mock fear, but neither of them believed me, as my cock started to get hard just thinking about it.

"Looks like he likes that idea!" laughed Delcia. "Maybe we should make this a more regular thing!"

Christina and Logan (part two)

By loganknight

Christina came back to find me sitting naked on the couch, legs closed and my hands in my lap covering a cock rock hard in anticipation. She'd changed into a pair of skin tight felt pants that I'd often teased her about wanting to see on her, but that she'd never worn around me and a black T-shirt. It was also obvious as she walked towards me that she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Get your hands out of your lap, I wanna see what's there!" she said. I moved my hands to my sides. "No, stretch your arms out along the top of the couch. And open your legs!" I did as I was told. "Oh, look! You're all hard for me. I don't remember saying I wanted you hard" she said as she walked up between my legs and fell forward to land with her knee on my cock. I grunted as her knee slammed my hard cock into my balls then trapped my whole package between it and the couch cushions.

"How's that feel?" She teased as she ground her knee around in my lap. "I have to admit that it feels good to me!" she said.

"As long as you're having fun…" I told her, a bit flippantly.

"Oh, so you want me to have FUN!" she replied, beginning to bounce her knee up and down on my cock and balls. "Then I guess I'll just have to do that!" she promised as she started bouncing higher and higher, harder and harder on my meat. I grunted and squealed, my arms flying from the top of the couch to wrap around her as I leaned into her from trying to curl up. I could feel that her nipples were hard as her lovely breasts rubbed against my face through her shirt.

"Watch your hands!" she said, lifting up to her feet and dropping down hard on my meat. I'd accidentally gotten my hands too close to her ass when I tried to hold on to her. Her knee came down squarely on the top of my cock, since it bounced up when she lifted. I felt my cock bend down on itself, finally snapping back straight as her knee came down.

"Uh oh! I bet you felt that!" she said as she slid her knee off my cock for a look. "Well, it's still hard so I guess it's not broken. Stand up!" she commanded, and her wish was my command. She sat on the couch with her legs spread slightly, and pulled me by the cock to a position where my balls where hanging just above and between her knees. With a sparkle in her eye, she took her hair down and wrapped the ponytail holder from it around my scrotum several time, so that my balls were trapped. Pulling down on my hard cock she positioned me so that my balls were hanging just between her knees.

"Nut-cracker!" she exclaimed with glee, slamming her knees together on my nuts several times in quick succession, until the pain in my balls was so great that my weight pulled my hard cock out of her clenching fist as I collapsed to the floor. "Looks like you felt that!" She said as she giggled, watching me lie on the floor and hold my balls. "Must not be too bad, you've still got a boner!" she observed as she started rubbing my cock with her foot. Pretty soon I on my back, my legs spread slightly as she rubbed her foot along the sensitive underside of my hard dick. "Well, you look recovered, get up!"

I stood in front of her as she adjusted the ponytail holder that had my balls trapped so that it was holding my nuts at the very limit of my sack. She grabbed my cock in her left hand, squeezing tightly, and started punching my balls with her right hand. "They look like a little punching bag, so I'll punch them!" she snickered. After only three or four jabs to my nuts, I was again on the ground, and I felt like Christina had nearly pulled my dick off trying to keep me from falling.

"OK, scoot closer to me on the floor, and sit up." She directed as I scooted towards the couch. "Closer - you can scoot closer if you spread your legs out wider!" she directed. Pretty soon I had my legs spread as wide as they would go, and Christina had her feet all over my cock and balls. She had an evil little grin on her face as she lifted her foot and brought it down; slapping the head of my hard cock, and my cock bounced down from the impact, and slapped itself against the floor before bouncing back. She giggled and I grunted and jumped and she began repeating the process. After a few minutes of this, she used her right foot to press my cock to the floor then slowly and carefully stood up, with most of her weight on her left foot. I looked up at her and she smiled down at me as she looked at my cock trapped under her dainty foot.

"I bet this isn't what you meant when you told me you liked woman on top!" she said as she started shifting more and more of her weight onto my cock. I was grunting and straining, leaning back with my arms out behind me, determined not to spoil her fun by not being able to take it. My cock was, if anything, getting harder and harder as she shifted her weight, her bare foot crushing it into the carpet. Pretty soon she was standing on just her right foot.

"I thought you said you liked having the woman on top of your dick? Oh, I know, maybe I have to be bouncing up and down!" she laughed as she bent her knee and then straightened it out, and began bouncing on my cock. I was grunting and groaning in time with her bounces, and getting hot watching how her large breasts bounced and jiggled as she was inflicting suffering on my cock.

She gave one last hard bounce then stepped off my dick. "Get on your hands and knees." she directed. "Roll over!" I did. "Speak!"

"Woof, Woof!" I said, as she walked around me.

"Squeal!" she giggled as she kicked my trapped and dangling nuts from behind. I squealed and collapsed on the floor holding my battered balls.

"Stay there!" Christina giggled as she ran out of the room. I don't know how long she was gone, but it was at least several minutes, so I was pretty recovered by the time she got back.

"Play dead!" she giggled as I rolled over on my back with my arms and legs in the air and closed my eyes. A second later I knew why she was giggling as her foot connected in another hard kick to my nuts.

"Play hurt!" she laughed, and sat down on the couch. When I recovered, I moved up to the couch with her as she flipped through the TV channels with the remote. She took the ponytail holder off my balls, and my cock started to go limp.

"Oh no, I want you hard, jack it off for me so you stay hard, but don't you dare cum!" she seemed pretty serious, so I started stroking my cock, which quickly got hard again. This went on for around 15 minutes, with Christina occasionally reaching over to yank on my balls. Then there was a noise behind us, and Christina quickly grabbed my balls as I tried to get off the couch to slink into another room when I heard a voice behind us say "Hey guys, what's up?"

It was Melinda, one of Christina's friends that I knew pretty well. Melinda was 16, about 5'4" and 130 pounds, 34C breasts and a nice tight butt with sexy legs. She was wearing a white T-shirt, tight black shorts that barley covered her butt and leather sandals.

"Stand up and show her what's 'up' Logan!" Christina laughed, giving my nuts a slight squeeze to let me know she meant it, but not releasing my nuts. I slowly stood up so Melinda could see that I was naked and hard, and that Christina had me by the balls.

"Oh my gosh! What's going ON here?!" Melinda laughed at my predicament.

"He's my naked little manservant for the rest of the weekend!" Christina explained, with obvious happiness. "And now he's yours to boss around and abuse as you want too, aren't you Logan?" She smiled sweetly as my knees bent slightly from the tightening of her grip on my balls.

"Of course!" I quickly agreed.

"Go say hello to Melinda." Christina directed, letting go of my balls. I walked over to Melinda, standing naked before her.

"Uh…Hi, Melinda," I said. Melinda's right hand shot out and wrapped around my hard cock, closing painfully tight around it.

"Looks like you're happy to see me!" she giggled. Keeping a tight hold on my cock, she brought her knee up hard into my balls. I grunted and groaned. The only thing that kept me from falling was Melinda's death grip on my dick. "Is it OK if I rack your nuts?" she asked, just a bit late.

"Yes…" I managed to mutter.

"Good!" She smiled sweetly as she brought her knee into my nuts two or three more times, until I finally collapsed, in spite of Melinda's tight grip on my dick.

"Show her how we do 'woman on top' around here Logan!" Christina encouraged, leaving Melinda looking puzzled. "And make sure you're nice and hard!" she added with a giggle. I struggled to a sitting position, my legs spread, on the floor in front of Melinda, and stroked my cock a few times while the girls watched and giggled. I laid my hard cock on the floor, and looked at Melinda.

"Um….first, put your foot on my um…." I sort of looked down at myself, but it became obvious by the looks on the girl's faces that I was going to have to say it, "Put your foot on my dick, Melinda."

"Like this?" She said, dropping her right heal down hard on my cock.

"Ooof. Yes, that will work I guess. Now lift your other leg off the ground so you're standing on one foot." I walked her through the process, no pun intended. She lifted her left foot, and since she was facing away from me, her tight, sexy ass was inches from my face. "Now bend your knee, and you can bounce up and down as if you're riding a...”

"Cock!" Christina blurted and laughed. Melinda laughed as well, understanding what Christina meant, as she started to bounce with obvious enjoyment, her heel grinding my cock into the floor.

"You really should face him; the looks on his face are priceless! And take off your shoes so you can really feel him under your foot," Christina suggested.

Melinda moved her left foot closer to me. "Take off my sandal," she directed. I did so. She moved her right heel off my cock, and looking back over her shoulder, slammed her left heel down hard on my dick, making it obvious that she wanted me to take off the other sandal now. I did so. She turned around and stomped her right foot down on my cock, and began bouncing so hard she was almost hopping on one foot. Looking up at her, I could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra either, as her hard nipples showed clearly as her pert breasts jiggled as she mangled my dick.

"Oh you're right! Look at him!" Melinda laughed. Melinda stepped off my dick, and reached down and "assisted" me in getting up by grabbing my balls and leading me into a standing position. Then she pulled me around to the front of the couch and sat down, with me standing in front of both girls now, my hard cock bobbing slightly. They began chatting about my meat, reaching out to pull or gently squeeze my balls, pinching the head of my cock, or lightly stroking it, in general playing with me for their amusement.

"He's got a really nice one, doesn't he?" Melinda asked.

"Oh yes - not too big, but certainly big enough, and so nicely formed!" Christina commented.

"Just a little upward curve to it and it gets harder than any guy I've ever seen!"

"Oh, I noticed that too! But I wasn't sure if it was just my imagination or if it really did seem harder than most!"

I was really surprised. Here I'd been under the impression that Christina thought my cock was on the small side and not that impressive, and here they were both talking about how much they liked it.

"And his balls are so big! I like how they hang low!"

"Imagine them slapping against you!" They both giggled at that one. I blushed - I was still a virgin, but neither of them were.

"Watch this!" Christina said, pulling the ponytail holder out and wrapping it around my balls again.

"Oh, it looks like one of those little punching bags!" giggled Melinda.

"So PUNCH it!" Christina encouraged her. I tried to stay standing as long as I could, but after four or five quick punches, I was on the ground.

"Hey, he's gonna be here all weekend?" asked Melinda.

"Yup"

"Can I come over tomorrow? It's getting late and I should get home."

"Sure, drop by whenever you like, we'll be here!" said Christina.

"OK, I'll see you two tomorrow!" Melinda said, and she reached down and grabbed my balls, squeezing and shaking them around "And I'll see LOTS of THESE TWO tomorrow too!" she laughed.

"Bye Melinda, see ya tomorrow…" I managed to get out through clenched teeth. With one last quick squeeze, she left.

"Lay out on your back." Christina said, sliding off the couch as she took her shirt off. My eyes nearly popped out of my head, but I did as I was told. "You've been a really good sport about all this, I was afraid you'd flip out when Melinda came over. She has a huge crush on you, you know." I hadn't. In fact, I had a crush on Melinda as well, so things were looking up. "I think you deserve a little fun this weekend too…" Christina stopped talking as she took my cock into her mouth….

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