Naive Daughter part IV

By daylight23

[NOTE: This will be written from daughter's perspective, (Amanda's), instead of from the mother's. Resumes several days after the last recorded episode but covers same events. ENJOY!]

Dear Diary,

I feel somewhat silly recording the events of the past week but when I saw mom writing down how much she has enjoyed the "ballgames", I felt that I too should write down all the amazing events of the past few days. I have had so much fun! I even have a new pastime, so to speak. The events of the last week have been a real eye-opener (for Dave and Jason as well as for myself), and I have learned more about myself, (and my big brother Dave), than I could have imagined possible. I also understand so much more about mom than I used to.

I am almost fourteen now and I started eighth grade just a week or so ago. The fun and games came about because of a talk that I had with mom after coming home from my first day of school. I don't consider myself stuck up or anything but the trouble started because of how pretty I am. I resemble my mom in many ways. I started developing breasts at the age of eleven, so my breasts are now the size of small melons. I have light blond hair that touches my shoulders and even though my face is pretty, most of the guys can't seem to draw their eyes from my chest, legs or ass. I play soccer so I have toned and developed my legs which not only turns the boys on to me but has also turned into an asset when it comes to ball kicking, and I am not talking about soccer balls! Hehehe.

Before this past week, I never much thought about what effect I had on boys. Sure, my dresses tend to be on the short side and I don't always wear a bra, but that's because my breasts sometimes feel uncomfortable in them. Besides, I get a little thrill feeling them jiggle around under my shirt.

Anyway, on my first day of school I ran into some trouble from a couple of punk guys. The lockers in the hallway are half size so there is a row of lockers up top and a bottom row of lockers running underneath the top row. My assigned locker happens to be a bottom locker. Since it has been so hot lately, I decided to wear one of my favorite summer dresses. It's a pretty blue color with a white floral print that comes down to mid-thigh; so looking back, I guess that it wasn't such a smart idea to wear a pair of thong panties when there were only several inches of fabric covering my backside.

Normally, when I am wearing such a short dress I am more thoughtful when it comes to how I am sitting, walking or otherwise moving around. But on this occasion, I must have been preoccupied with the stress of the first day because I bent at the waist instead of at the knees causing my dress to ride up and expose my ass. As I was bending down in front of my locker to rearrange my books and folders I felt a hand grab my ass and a voice say, "Niiice!". I jumped up with surprise and realized that I must have unknowingly been putting on a show for the two guys with lockers next to mine. I was sooo embarrassed!! They probably even got a good look at my mound. I wonder what they think of me if they noticed that it was shaved! I'm sure that my face was beet red because I can still feel how hotly my cheeks burned as I turned around and put my hands down to flatten my dress against my tanned legs. Hurriedly, I managed to collect my things and rush off to the bus.

As I was waiting in line to get on the bus, I felt my skirt being raised ever so slowly from behind. Oh! The nerve! I thought, as I turned around and confronted the same two losers that had ogled my half naked ass in the hallway. They were both about the same height, (probably play football or basketball or something-judging by their size), although the more daring of the two was more muscular than his friend. They both had these smirks on their faces as if I was just fresh meat to them. They were very intimidating. Apparently, my accidental peep show had aroused them enough to cause them to daringly lift my skirt even though there were so many others around. Before I could think of anything to say, the one who had lifted my skirt suddenly raised his hand and firmly squeezed my left breast while he laughed and made a crude comment to his friend about how I, "sure was ripe for the picking". Even though his hand on my breast aroused me, I became upset that I didn't have any control of the situation. I roughly removed his hand and told him to leave me alone but I'm sure that he picked up on the fear in my voice because he looked like he wanted to rough me up a little bit more. Fortunately, a teacher walked by because otherwise I don't know what might have happened.

On the bus ride home, I was too ashamed to look at anyone so I just sat up front and stared at the floor. The girl sitting by me must have seen what had happened because after introducing herself as Lindsey, she told me that those two jerks were named Tom and Jim. Tom was the school ruffian and Jim was his mindless shadow, she explained. She also mentioned that they were fond of feeling up girls. She admitted that she too had been a victim of their uncontrollable lust. Looking at her I could see why. She was pretty with straight brown hair that came down just past her shoulders, brown, almond shaped eyes, and breasts slightly smaller than mine. Even though I still felt upset, I appreciated Lindsey's companionship and sympathy.

Arriving home, I couldn't hide the tension from my voice as I talked with mom. I remember throwing my bookbag onto the table and throwing myself into a chair. Oh, I love mom. She knew that I had had a bad day and so she wanted to console me. Unsure at first of how to proceed, I asked her about how I dress. Mom has always dressed in ways that tend to show off her body and accentuate her curves, so in a way, until that afternoon, I never considered that dressing like her was somehow wrong. Once she found out that a couple of boys had groped me, her eyes flashed angrily and her body seemed to stiffen as she sat next to me. Curiously though, the sense of anger in her face was immediately replaced with a look of smug satisfaction as she tensed her lips in a mischievous grin. I didn't know what to make of it as she stared into the air between us recalling some memory. I jolted her back from her reverie and she then proceeded to excitedly tell me that I could feel good about myself and that I had no need to feel ashamed of my body. She was patient with me but I could sense that she couldn't believe how naive I was as she hinted at the appendages that are found between the legs of the opposite sex.

It amazes even me; now that I think about it. I have had a curiosity about the male sexual organs for several years now but I was never brave enough to ask mom about them. They have always been so mysterious because except for a few isolated incidents, I have never seen a boy's penis or testicles.

About the time that dad left, mom decided to get a dog and for one reason or another, I have always been fascinated by the thingies hanging down between its hind legs. I was only nine years old when we first got it but I still remember mom often handling Fido's loosely hanging sack when she thought that no one was around. I can vividly recall Fido's whimpering mixed with my mom's muffled moaning as one of her hands rhythmically compressed his doggy sack while the other rubbed back and forth between her splayed legs. Funny now that I think about it, but I can also recall my dad emitting noises like Fido at times when he and my mom would be "playing". At the time I didn't think that he sounded like he was having fun, although mom assured me that he was. Either out of girlish curiosity or because I had seen mom doing it, I took to playing with Fido's testicles. Even now I get a kick out of slapping his sack so that his cute little doggie jewels swing wildly about between his legs. Poor Fido has the perfect pair for slapping because of how long his scrotum hangs down. It also occurs to me now why my older brother Dave would get so angry with me anytime he saw me doing that. At the time, I was unaware of the relationship between Fido's organs and a human male's organs. I was completely unaware of how sensitive testicles are; to me they were just silly playthings. (To be honest, they still are...haha)

At times growing up, I had heard girls in the neighborhood talk about, "kicking a boy in the 'balls' or 'nuts'," but I had never made the connection in my mind between those words and Fido's organs. I feel a little stupid now that I realize how much a boy's testicles resemble all of the slang words used to describe them. When mom talked so excitedly about how much fun it was to "play" with a boy's balls I found myself becoming aroused at the thought of striking out at such vulnerable targets and watching the discomfort play out on the boy's face as I played with his precious little balls. My nipples got so hard that I thought they might fall off and my pussy got so wet that I felt intoxicated just by rubbing my legs together. Mom, too, was enjoying the discussion and we could barely contain ourselves when all of a sudden David and his friend Jason came in the front door. As soon as we realized their arrival, (or realized the arrival of two pairs of unsuspecting nuts), we quickly decided to take action.

Since I don't have a baby brother, one of the few occasions that I have had to spy on a pair of balls came a few years back. David often suntans out back by the pool and on this occasion he decided to suntan in a pair of loose swimming trunks instead of in his Speedos. I was lying beside him reading a book when he brought his legs up bent at the knees. I continued to read but happened to glance over and see that his position had created a gap between his leg and the fabric of the shorts. I was so surprised at what I saw that I nearly dropped the book that I was holding. I remember seeing his left testicle hanging taunt in its sack and I could also make out the tip of his dick resting to the side. I continued to read while occasionally stealing glances over at him. The angle of the fabric hid most of his nutsack from view so I only had a vague impression of its size and shape, which really frustrated me!!

In a way I was looking forward to giving David a little payback for all the times that he has bossed me around. Over the last few years he's even been so rude as to feel my breasts or ass and pretend that it was an accident. Well, I thought, with a shudder of pleasure; if his danglers are anything like Fido’s this will be a lot of fun.

Mom took the lead and began to arouse David by pretending to accidentally expose her crotch under her short dress. I felt so excited watching mom make David hard that I wanted a crack at it. Calling Jason into the kitchen, I made sure that he got an eyeful of my plump ass cheeks as I "unknowingly" bent over in front of him. As I took my time, I watched with glee as his dick became stiff and pushed out the front of his loose basketball shorts. I then turned to face him and pretended to be shocked by his boner. I didn't know what mom would do at that point but she took hold of the situation, (literally, haha!!). Jason was so embarrassed by his obvious arousal that he dropped to the ground in an effort to hide his pointing manhood. Mom was behind him in a flash and before any of us realized what she was doing, she had her hand inside his shorts from behind. I don't think that I will ever forget the pained look of surprise that passed through Jason's bent figure as mom grasped his hanging sack in her experienced hand. Holding Jason prisoner by the balls, mom looked liked she used to look when playing with poor Fido's marbles. Jason's pathetic whimpering sounded a lot like Fido too and it aroused my nipples. I felt so proud that my mom could bring such a large male to whimpering like a dog that I cheered her on. He did deserve it too, didn't he?

I had temporarily forgotten about Dave but he didn't stand idly by for long as mom pleasured herself with his best friend's nuts. He jumped into action by coming around behind mom and giving her a dose of her own medicine. He thrust his large hands down her shirt, under her bra and started to savagely twist her aroused nipples. Now, I admit that I don't really know what it is like to be hit in the nuts, but David surely doesn't know what it's like for a woman to have her sensitive nipples attacked like that, I thought angrily. Now he's invited this on himself, I remember thinking with relish at the thought of taking a shot at his teenage balls. I'm sure that he was confident of his position because he didn't consider me a threat because I had never stood up to him before, never knew how. He is much stronger and muscular than me so I was never able to defend myself, until that afternoon that is. I got behind him and made sure that I was in good position before calling out to him about playing "ball". I made sure to use my best little girlish voice that I knew would annoy him. Sure enough, that annoyed him and he rudely shrugged me off. Oh well, I guess I can play with his balls anyway, I thought. I wasn't sure where to aim so I closed my eyes for a moment and brought to mind an image of Fido's hanging nutsack. Then opening my eyes, I imagined Fido's nutsack hanging between my brother's thighs, all loose and wrinkly. God, I get so horny just writing this down that I want to go out and find another bulging nutsack to play with.

The thought of Fido's nutsack resting between the thighs of my brother was so funny that I couldn't help but laugh as I took a step back. Stepping forward, I threw my right leg up so that the top of my foot caught my brother's nutsack square in the middle. His nuts squished between my foot and his body with an audible splat. In was kinda funny! No matter how old I get, I hope that I never forget the feeling that coursed through my body as my foot made contact with his dangling orbs. Up until that point, a guy's nuts were largely a mystery to me but that "first contact" was very enlightening. What I noticed first was that David's nuts were larger than I had ever imagined they'd be. They were heavier than I expected and so it was good that I kicked with such force. When they hit against his body, I felt them compress a little; kinda rubbery like. As my foot squashed them, the shockwave created at the point of impact seemed to travel up his body as he crumpled up at the middle. I felt a delicious mixture of pleasure and pride as I saw my bigger, stronger brother cradling his bruised fruit and kneeling at my feet. Damn! Mom was so right when she told me how much fun it is, "playing with an unsuspecting pair of nuts". Since David certainly looked like he was out for the count as he rolled back and forth on the floor, my insatiable curiosity got the best of me and I knelt down with the intention of finally seeing just what makes David a boy and at the mercy of little 'ol me.

I don't know what shocked me more, the size of his dick or the size of his oval shaped marbles. It took a little effort for me to pry his shaking hands off his stricken organs but once I had one of them firmly gripped between my thumb and forefinger he reluctantly let go and began to beg for freedom. Hearing his pain filled pleas was like music to my ears as I eagerly handled a pair of nuts, (other than Fido's of course), for the first time in my life. I was awestruck by the texture and quality of the bag holding his balls. It felt so warm in the palm of my hand but even more interesting was how soft and malleable it was. Poking my fingers into the sack between his resting nuts, I was mesmerized by how shiny it looked when stretched tight. Even though his nuts are so large, the skin of the sack was so loose that it seemed to ooze around and between my slender fingers, almost like a liquid as I rolled and bounced his eggs around. I felt drunk with the feeling of dominance that came by rendering such a muscular boy helpless just by "having him by the balls"!

Mom and I had a little more fun that night before retiring to bed. For a year or so now I have played with myself; yet, the sexual feelings that burned in my blood from incapacitating David created the strongest feelings that I had ever felt. I went to bed that night feeling both drained and wanting more!

The next morning, I awoke from a very restful sleep. Remembering the events of the previous afternoon, I excitedly went into mom's room and found her awake already. Animatedly discussing the fun that we had had with the boys last night got us worked up that we couldn't help ourselves. Some girls have sex on the brain, but just like my mom, I now have balls on the brain. As we quietly walked down the hallway, we began to hear the voices of the boys coming from the kitchen. Careful not to make much noise despite the anticipation that I felt at the thought of playing with a pair of soft balls again, I peered around the corner and noticed Dave and Jason going about breakfast. Mom and I couldn't help but notice the strange way in which the two of them were moving around; it looked like they were walking on eggshells and trying their hardest not to crack them. Mom explained that their nuts were so sore that they were trying to walk with the least amount of motion so that their sore nuts wouldn't bounce back and forth between their legs causing them discomfort. Aha, I thought giggling to myself out of amusement at their silly movements, it's not eggshells their trying not to crack; it's their little boy eggs that are in danger of cracking!! Ha, Ha, Ha! I never would have figured that out on my own...I wonder how mom knew about their uniquely male predicament. Moments later, Jason sat down at the table and after adjusting his boxers, I was totally surprised to see his enormously long scrotum pop out of the leg of his shorts. His nuts didn't appear to be as large as Dave’s but upon seeing his male sack lying so defenseless and out in the open like that, I was just barely able to restrain myself from running over to give them a good smack. Mom believed that it was more comfortable for him to have them hung out like that than to have them tucked up against his body where his body weight may accidentally squish them into the seat. I could only laugh and continue to marvel at my mom's insight. I don't have a pair of such sensitive nads dangling between my lovely thighs so I don't believe that I could ever imagine what boys go through, or the measures they take to preserve such funny organs. My pussy gets bumped and jostled all the time and I can't imagine how boys go through life with such precious, delicate fruit completely exposed and at the mercy of any and every object aimed at the juncture of their thighs. Especially with the size of fruit that these two pack around!!

Not knowing exactly how to proceed, we decided to just wing it. I was braless with only a t-shirt and a thong on and mom was wearing a pair of shorts and braless as well so we didn't think that it would be too difficult to trick them into letting us have some more fun with their nuts. I followed mom into the kitchen and she went directly to the table and sat down near Jason, who amazingly enough, forgot about his exposed nutsack that was drooping over the lip of the chair. How Funny! He must be caught up drinking in our bodies, I supposed. I went over to the cupboard to get the toaster and I began making some toast. I could feel the anger and resentment radiating from Dave as I passed him. I chuckled to myself knowing that it was because I had bruised more than just his ego. (Sometimes I crack myself up...but not like how I crack Dave up, Hehehe!!) After a minute of chit-chat I heard Dave get up and approach me from behind as he asked me how I slept. I couldn't resist mocking him by replying that I had slept o.k., but at least as good as he had. God, how I love mocking him about his inherent weakness. As I thought this, Dave roughly shoved me up against the counter while pinning me there with his body. My struggling was ineffective because he outweighed me by a lot. Ugggh, I thought, as his hands found my breasts and began to mold them. I could feel his massive dick began to push into my lower back; and his testicles bounce into my ass as he pushed into me. Knowing that he was thinking with his boner and not his brain, I placed my right leg between his so that I could spread his thighs far enough apart to drive my heel into his dangling nutsack. Once in position I decided that I would give him a warning just to tick him off, of course. He thought that he had the situation under control and sure enough he haughtily replied that I was helpless. Oh, big brother, your poor little balls are the helpless ones, I thought with a naughty grin. My nipples were good and hard; David probably assumed that it was because of his handling them when in reality I was giddy with pleasure as I imagined my heel impacting with the pink, wrinkly pouch holding his invitingly soft orbs.

SMACK!!!! My heel felt like it had melted into the warm, pliant flesh of his waiting scrotum only to rebound off of the twin orbs of his testicles, effectively crushing them against his pelvic bone. Goddamn! I felt an incredible rush of guilty pleasure flowing in my sex as he was caught in mid-grope; his hands flying down to carefully cradle his throbbing nuts while his voice escaped from his throat in a painful, girl-like shriek. And to think, I could have been having this much fun for years, if only I had known!! I turned to see mom beaming with pride. As I watched with amusement at Dave's awful writhing, mom turned to Jason and after a cute remark about 'ballsies', she unexpectedly brought her leg up and pinned his loose nutsack to the chair with her foot. I winced as I saw his body start to jolt upwards because of the sudden pain and surprise of mom's ruthless sneak attack. His upward momentum stopped abruptly however, because mom had him firmly anchored to the chair by his ballsack! Oouuchh!! I can still recall the paralyzed look of pain plastered on his features as mom slowly squashed his flattened balls between her foot and the chair. She indulgently relished his begging, pleading and utter helplessness as she taunted him, "Aaawww, what's wrong, Jason? You look kinda uncomfortable...am I hurting you? Why don'tcha just get up and leave, huh. Oh yeah... silly me, I forgot! Poor you..... can't go anywhere with your precious little ballsack pinned to the chair, can ya? Ha, Ha.. All those big muscles and no way to use 'em. Bummer, huh!!

Once mom had finished toying with Jason, she eagerly volunteered to teach me the proper ball kicking technique so we stripped our reluctant boy toys naked and herded them into the living room by the balls. Standing them side-by-side I was totally engrossed in the contrast between the size and shape of their packages. David's wiener was both long and thick while Jason's on the other hand was just as long but thinner. I smiled wickedly as I again compared their ballbags. David's bag didn't hang so low but his balls were noticeably plumper so to speak. Jason made up for his lack of ball size by the fact that his scrotum was much looser and longer. It hung several inches below the tip of his dick!! Because of our extended grip on them, both of the sacks were an angry red color instead of the pinkish color that they normally had. "Well mom," I stated flipping my hair with my free hand grinning, "looks like we got ourselves a coupla' well hung studs, huh." Giggling with shared delight in our positions of female control, both mom and I gave into the irresistible urge to play with ourselves as we determined the best way to proceed.

"First," mom began, "we've got to make sure that their dicks don't get in the way to soften the blow." Looking our captives in the face, she said, "we wouldn't want that now would we?" Ignoring their sobbing moans she continued, "Now boys, you wanted a feel, huh...well now you get one. Lift up our shirts and start a' groping," she demanded, giving Jason's trapped nuts an emphatic twist. With a terrific wince of pain on his face, Jason's hands immediately sought out mom's full breasts. It didn't take long for Jason's veined prick to stand at attention, jutting up from his captured sack.

At first, I stared amazed by my mom's dominant demeanor and how sure she was of her position of control, but I joyfully followed her lead when Dave pigheadedly refused.

I narrowed my eyes and lazily twirled my hair around one of my fingers as I stared at Dave. Slowly, with a little pout on my lips and while innocently looking him in the eyes, I firmly grasped his left nut in my hand, pulled up on it and twisted. The pain brought him up on tiptoe and he nearly lost his balance. I was nearly overcome by the hilarity of it but I managed to suppress my laughter as his hands reluctantly found the ripe flesh of my breast. As he massaged and kneaded my soft breasts, I eased up a bit on his nut. His groping had the expected result as his penis began to stiffen and elongate. I stared open-mouthed in wonder at the sheer size of it! The head pointed up as if inspecting me and the flesh along the length of it looked so tightly strained, I thought that it might just go off like a loaded gun any second. Both boys were now moaning with unrestrained pleasure as the rolling flesh of our breasts filled their hands.

Leading Jason down onto his knees, mom threatened to castrate him if he moved an inch. After having gone through so much abuse at her hands, the terror marking his features told us he wouldn't dare. Dave continued to grope me while looking at the dire plight of his best friend. Silently sobbing, Jason's boner bounced up and down a bit and his balls wobbled around as he nervously closed his eyes and awaited the dreaded impact. In this position, I noticed that his right nut was hanging lower than the left and, after mentioning this amusing oddity to mom, she laughingly replied that she would fix that. She took a step back and then coming forward again threw her dainty foot up between his spread legs, sending a spasm of sickening pain through his powerful body as his nuts were crushed. His sack was so loose that his balls seemed to separate a bit as they rested on her foot until they got squished into his body with a loud slap.

"Oh, YESSSS!!" mom gushed victoriously as Jason crumpled up crying and grasping at his mashed balls. The smile of pleasure lighting her face urged me on.

I really wanted to relish the complete control that I had over my big brother so I pretended to be disgusted with the rude display of his massive erection. I got such a thrill from pretending that kicking him in the balls was punishment for such crude behavior. Threatening to give him unbearable pain in his little balls, (I love to talk to him like he is a little kid), was enough to make him stand still with his muscled thighs spread, invitingly exposing his pendulous balls. I took a small step back because I wanted to give his balls a good whack with my knee. I wish now that I had thought to have a camera at the time to capture how frightened and defeated he looked towering before me. The exquisite pleasure I felt as he cowered there in anticipation was payback for the numerous times that he had grabbed one of my breasts or had mercilessly beaten me up. He had used his stronger body to have his way before, but now, I would use that same body to have my way. Commanding him to close his eyes and count to three, I pumped myself up. Out of the corner of my eye I saw mom in caught up in playing with herself. I waited until Dave had just counted to two, (It'll be even more fun if he's not ready, haha), before stepping inside his stance and thrusting my knee up with all my might. Those many years of soccer had come in handy as the muscles in my tanned leg drove my thigh into his fuzzy, nut-filled pouch. I think we both came at the same time- me with unbridled joy- Dave with gut-wrenching pain. Before I could remove my leg, he had bent up double and was sliding over it onto the ground.

As I write this I can hear the painful yelp that shot out of his throat just before he began to struggle for breath. Since it was my first time ever, "kneeing a guy in the nads", I can still feel the satisfying smack of his yielding ball flesh on the smooth skin of my lower thigh. OOhhhh, I'm so hungry for more I can't help myself!

Now that David and Jason were both "sacked", and out of commission, mom and I busied ourselves with the irresistible urges coursing through our bodies. Looking back, I can see that we really spent some quality time together as a family. I think that mom and I truly bonded with the boys' balls and we look forward to some more ballgames.

Hmmm... I wonder how Tom and Jim would like me to play with their naughty little balls........?

Naïve Daughter (part 1-3)

By Daylight 23

August 27, 2000

Dear Diary,

What a day! My nipples get hard and I can't stop a wicked little grin from forming as I recall the events of this afternoon. I've got to do this more often.

It started out as any other normal day does. After showering, I threw on a t-shirt, thong and thigh-length skirt and went about the daily chores and odd jobs around the house. The summer has come to a close and today was the kid's first day of school. Dave started tenth and Amanda started eighth. Boy, how they have grown up. The morning went smoothly enough, with Fido keeping me company. Oh, how I enjoy, "playing,” with the dog. But I'll get to that a little later.

The excitement started soon after Amanda arrived home.

"Hello mom,” she said somewhat dejectedly, her eyes downcast. She promptly plopped down in the chair while throwing her book bag up on the table. I was washing dishes at the sink and slightly turned my head over my shoulder to glance at her as she fell into the chair. Just with a slight glance, I could determine that something was the matter.

Amanda is my little angel. She has light blond hair parted in the middle that bobs on her shoulders and piercing blue eyes. Although only thirteen, she blossomed early and has those perky round breasts that few girls enjoy at this age. They have that jiggle and bounce quality to them that really turn the heads. She has participated in soccer so her legs and lower body are toned and muscled. Despite her developing charm though, I have to say that it's her face that makes her so beautiful. Normally, there is a glow radiating from her hair and eyes that expresses her boundless energy and innocence.

I moved to sit across from her at the table saying, "Honey, how was your first day? Did you make any new friends?" Maybe the move into the new school had caused her some stress, I thought.

"Ohh, it was o.k. I guess,” she said halfheartedly. "But it could have been better,” she murmured, almost as an afterthought.

"Mom, do I dress too provocatively? I mean... do I ask for trouble by the way I dress?” she blurted out, a slight redness coming to her face.

Aha! I thought to myself. So this is what is going on. Looking across the table and seeing her beautiful face masked with sadness really tore at my heart. I mentally kicked myself for having neglected one of the most basic duties that a mother owes to her daughter; which is to teach her how to stick up for herself--and enjoy doing it too!!

"No, no, don't be silly,” I cooed, trying to reassure her and reaching out to grasp one of her hands in mine. As I gazed into those young blue eyes and seeing that innocence, I determined that it was time to introduce my little darling to the soft sack of male flesh that I have grown so fond of over the years. Damn, just visualizing them made me so horny that I began to rub my legs together ever so slightly.

"Mom...mom are you o.k.?" she asked, shaking my shoulder and breaking my reverie. You kind of spaced out there for a second.

"huh, ahhh, yeah. I was just remembering old times, back to when I was your age. I know I'm only thirty four but sometimes those memories seem like they happened such a long time ago,” I answered, probably unconvincingly. I wasn't sure how she would react to the topic so I broached it tentatively.

"Amanda, I want you to be honest with me,” I said while looking her in the eyes. Were there some guys at school bothering you?

Hesitantly she looked up from the table at me and said, "Yeah mom, a couple of guys grabbed my breasts and were trying to lift up my skirt. At the time I thought maybe I had encouraged them because of how short my skirt was or..." Her voice kind of trailed off.

"I was so frightened and intimidated because they are so much bigger and stronger than I am. I guess that in the future I'll try to avoid them and wear something less revealing."

As I listened I couldn't stop a sly grin from spreading across my lips. "Now you listen close to what I am about to share with you,” I stated firmly. She looked up in earnest.

"You’re a beautiful young woman and you shouldn't feel scared or ashamed of that. I grew up in slightly different circumstances than you but I learned how to confidently live without fearing anyone, especially any man." As I said that her face seemed to perk up momentarily before being replaced with a look of doubt.

"But mom, you were no bigger or stronger at that age than I am now, were you?” she questioned as she lazily twirled her blond tresses around her forefinger.

Surely, she can't be this naive, I thought to myself.

"Look,” I began, leaning over the table towards her and feeling the rush hit me again between the legs. "I'll share a secret with you. No matter how strong a guy is, no matter how big his muscles bulge, you can make him cry and beg for mercy using just two fingers. Honest!” I said as I held my right hand up in the air as if I were being sworn in.

Her look of incredulity didn't waver although I am certain that I also caught a flash of curiosity cross her delicate features as I continued, "First, do you know the difference between boys and girls?"

"uuuh, duh mom, of course." she said between giggles. Rolling her eyes she continued, "I've never really seen it exactly but, I've heard other girls talk about a guy's dick before."

I could tell that she was embarrassed by the way she was blushing, or maybe a little excited as well, I mused.

"But what has that got to do with anything?" she asked.

So, she is aware of what a penis is but is she aware of the rest of the package, I wondered. Hmm, I guess that her lack of knowledge shouldn't surprise me considering how most girls go googoo-gaga over the guy's dick yet are completely oblivious to the twin orbs of male flesh hanging down behind it. Ever since I was a little girl I've had a fascination with "nuts” and never really considered that it made me different from the majority of women, but maybe it does. Anyway, the task at hand required that I find some way to introduce my innocent Amanda to the vulnerable sack of soft male flesh that I have so long enjoyed "playing" with. Just as I was pondering this, Fido the family dog ambled in.

"Perfect!" I exclaimed sitting upright in my chair.

"What is?" questioned my daughter, looking at me with a puzzled expression on her face.

"Do you see over there?" I inquired as I turned around and pointed at Fido, who was busily lapping up water from his dish, his backside to us. Amanda turned and glanced at him momentarily before turning back to me.

"Yeah, that's Fido, so what?" she said with a look of uncertainty.

Disbelieving how incredibly naive my little angel was, I got up from the table and stooped behind Fido as he continued to lap up the water. I do not know what breed he is and I really don't care. I chose him for one reason only, he's unbelievably hung. I got so wet the first time I saw him at the pound with his doggy jewels swaying back and forth in their loose sack.

Gingerly, I palmed his danglers and brought them up from between his legs, resting them on my open palm. They felt so warm and soft that I could barely contain myself. Fido must have been parched because he didn't even flinch. Looking up at Amanda, I could plainly see that she had become aroused. Her quarter-sized nipples were straining through her thin cotton tee and one of her hands absentmindedly went to touch herself under her short summer skirt.

"Mommmm, what aaah, what are you doing with Fido's testicles in your hand?" she breathed out. She gazed transfixed at his nuts as I jiggled them around in their loose sack.

"These two round things are what make you, me, and every other female superior to every other male. It's true that guys have a dick between their legs, but they also have these two funny little things bouncing around between their legs as well. These are the great equalizer between you and any man who would harm or intimidate you. I didn't mention to her at the time but I have not only found them useful as a means of self-preservation, but also as a means of sexual fulfillment. I remember thinking as a young woman how it was just so unfortunate that my favorite means of "fun" wasn't so much fun for the guy attached to what I've designated as my playthings. I have also come to the conclusion, I thought laughing to myself, that nature must be a "female,” (as in mother nature), because a man would not have designed a male to have such fragile sensitive things dangling so vulnerably outside of the body. Poor men.

"Mom, I don't get it,” Amanda said, snapping me back to reality. "I have seen Fido's testicles many times, I mean come on, they nearly drag on the floor as he walks."

"You’re right, he is hung,” I said as I let go of his nuts, watching them slap back down between his legs and grabbing him around the middle with both hands. "Oh, I love this doggie, yes I do," I blabbered as if I were talking to a little baby. I straightened back up and saw that Amanda was still slightly aroused by the conversation. I continued, "Haven't you ever heard girls talk about hitting a boy in the 'balls', or in their 'nuts'. Surely, you've heard about the pain that comes from such a blow."

Suddenly understanding dawned in Amanda's eyes as her mouth formed a mischievous grin. She quickly brought her hand up to cover her smile and her round breasts began to jiggle around under her t-shirt as she started giggling.

After a short fit of laughter, she said, "You mean to tell me that testicles are the same things as 'balls', 'nuts', 'privates', and every other name I ever heard about? How funny!! No wonder Fido never appreciated it much when I'd handle his balls too roughly. I have always loved to watch his balls wobble around like jello in their sack after giving them a good smack."

Hearing how my daughter enjoyed smacking around a loosely slung set of balls not only cemented our relationship but also reassured me somewhat that maybe I wasn't all that weird because of my "ball fetish".

I got up from the floor and sat back down at the table as she continued, "So mom, I've never seen a boy's balls before, are they the same as Fido's or are they different?,” she asked excitedly.

"Well...yes and no,” I replied somewhat thoughtfully. "Most guys’ balls will be larger. Also, they don't always hang loose in the sack. Sometimes depending on certain things, the balls will be located right up against the body. When they are like that, it is more difficult to grab them, but kicking or kneeing them in that position will have a more dramatic effect on the unlucky guy.

As I talked her facial expressions and body language gave way from those of innocence to those of anticipation and excitement. I too began to anticipate how I could share with her this time of awakening. I think that we both must have had a hand under the table "adjusting" our respective thongs. As we were animatedly discussing our newfound common interest and how we might go about having some fun (all in the interest of learning self defense, of course), my son David walked in through the front door with his best bud Jason. Both are in tenth this year and surely, I mused, they wouldn't mind donating their nuts to the cause of educating their sister. Whether they knew it as such or not.

"Hey mom, can Jason spend the night since it's the weekend?” asked David as he entered the kitchen and threw open the fridge. Perfect, I thought, as I replied, "Sure! Why not?” I slyly cast a glance at Amanda and winked. I think she must have been thinking what I was thinking because she gave me a thumbs-up sign. Jason had a thing for Amanda and it wouldn't hurt that Amanda was decked out in a flimsy t, and thong panties which were barely covered with a light summer dress...

Part 2

As Dave began rummaging through the fridge, I could see him eyeballing our legs out of the corner of his eye. Even though Jason remained in the living room, I decided that now was as good a time as any to begin our little fun and games. Turning in my chair, I made sure that Dave had a good view of my legs as I began to nonchalantly swing my knees back and forth so that he would have teasing glimpses of my mound as well as my stunning legs. Sure enough, this got his attention although he continued to "survey" the inside of the fridge.

Dave called out to his friend Jason, who was in the living room still, "Hey, you want anything, Jas?"

"Yah, whatever's fine!” came the answering reply. Dave grabbed a few items before straightening back up and closing the door, still checking us out.

ALLRIGHT!! I thought, as I saw that my gyrations had had the desired effect. The front of his basketball shorts had noticeably been pushed out by his quickly excited organ. Works every time.

Amanda too had noticed her brother's obvious erection and she quickly brought a hand up to her mouth to stifle a laugh, her shoulders hunching over as slight giggles welled up inside her. Thankfully, he didn't seem to notice.

Amanda then leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Now it's my turn, watch this, mom." Turning sideways in her chair to face the swinging door that leads to the living room, she innocently called out, "Jaaasoon, why don't you come on in and see what kinds of delicious things we got to eat."

Damn, my little girl can sound so harmless when she wants to.

As Jason replied and made his way into the kitchen, Amanda began to open up the top zipper on her book bag and picking it up, pretended that it slipped out of her hands, the contents spilling out all over the floor.

The timing couldn't have been better, I thought. The contents of the bag hit the floor just as Jason walked through the door, pausing behind her. He was so surprised by the clatter that he stopped dumbfounded.

"Oh no, look what I've done," she pouted. Standing with her hands on her hips she continued, "I'm sooo clumsy". Before Jason or anyone could react, she slowly and purposefully bent down at the waist and started to pick up her strewn papers and books. The angle that she was bent at and the shortness of her skirt caused her skirt to ride up, exposing the twin globes of her plump ass and her tight mound, all of which were barely covered by her white thong undies.

Seeing her ploy, I immediately dropped my glance down to Jason's shorts and was not surprised to see a good-sized hard-on forming before my very eyes. Shaking my head in wonderment, I thought, there is a streak of me in that girl!

Not only had his dick begun to grow but his eyes became as wide as saucers as Amanda playfully, yet innocently wiggled her ass from side to side. Then, righting herself once more she whirled around to face Jason, sending her shoulder length blond hair to fan out in an arc.

Jason had been so enchanted by Amanda's charms that he was momentarily oblivious to the raging hard-on that was straining against his loose shorts and before could cover himself up with his hands, Amanda, feigning alarm, pointed at his now massive erection and gasped, "Mommy, what's that?" In her pretended panic, she once more dropped and spilled the contents of her schoolbag.

Jason, red and embarrassed began stammering out an apology, dropped to the floor on his hands and knees and shakily gathered up the scattered items. "I aah, I didn't see... no I mean it was an accident, I didn't mean to stare." Amanda had played the bait, Jason had taken it, and now it was my turn to snare a pair of balls, I thought excitedly. I know it sounds strange, but, my pussy reacts to the thought of a pair of male balls the way an empty stomach reacts to a delicious looking meal. Just as the aroma and the sight of food causes my mouth to water and my stomach to grumble, so does the mere thought of wrapping my slender fingers around a pair of male balls cause my nipples to harden and my pussy to get wet. This poor boy doesn't know what's coming.

"As soon as my dainty little fingers have caught his naughty little pouch, he's gonna regret the day during puberty when his danglers dropped," I purred under my breath, as I removed myself and cautiously positioned myself down between his spread legs.

Amanda inhaled sharply upon hearing what I planned for Jason's unsuspecting nuts and glancing up at her I noticed her nipples hardening. One of her hands strayed to the junction of her thighs as the other tugged on some loose strands of hair.

Seeing that he had almost completed the task, I quickly thrust my hand into his shorts and began my fishing expedition, so to speak. As luck would have it, I discovered that Jason was a "boxer" kind of a guy which made his pendulously swinging sack much more accessible to my eager fingers than if he had been wearing tight briefs.

No sooner had my hand shot into his shorts than his head flew up and he exclaimed, "What the..."

In a flash, I threw my hand between his ass cheeks and victoriously clamped my fingers around his warm, squishy bag. I almost came right then as my silky fingers seemed to melt into his scrotum. Despite how many I've "played" with over the years, the amazing texture of the male nutsack stills renders me giddy. It is so different and alien to anything that we women ever come into contact with. The sack that his heavy balls were resting in felt like warm putty in my hand, ready to melt away from his body if I gave a sharp enough tug.

"uuuuggghhh... pleassse let go of me, uhhh," Jason moaned. Unfortunately for the poor kid, hearing a strong, healthy male beg li'l 'ol me to release his poor balls only made me hornier.

"Waddya think your doing, mom," David nearly yelled as he was snapped out of his initial surprise by his friends pitiful moaning. His eyes flashed angrily.

"ALL RIGHT!! MOM! Woooo, way to go," Amanda squealed with girlish praise, adoration shinning in her eyes. She clapped her hands in front of her and bounced up and down on her heels, causing her full breasts to bounce up and down under her thin shirt as if they were cheering me on as well.

"Well son," I said answering David's question, "I thought that I'd go and find the source of your little sister's distress and I think I was successful. Quite a handful, I might add," as I brought my free hand up under my skirt to rub between my legs.

"You can't do that, he's my best friend," David replied indignantly.

"Just you wait, two can play at this game," and with that he stepped over to me, thrust his large hands down the front of my bra and roughly started twisting my already sensitive nipples in an attempt to make me relinquish my hold on his best friend's nuts. Up until this time I hadn't really squeezed too harshly on Jason's trapped nuts but each time David twisted my nipples the pain caused me to tightly squeeze and yank down on his spongy globes, almost as if I were milking a cow, I thought.

I looked up at Amanda and saw her silently retreat behind her brother's spread legs. "Ohh Daaaviiid," she called out in a sing-songy voice. "Come play ball with me," she implored in her most childish sounding voice.

"Bug off, 'manda," he replied over his shoulder, "unless you want some of the same."

"O.k. but I really wanted to play with your balls now.”

As much as I wanted to I couldn't see the look on David's face when Amanda's petite foot soared upwards from between his spread thighs and slammed into the yielding softness of his nutsack. Judging by the audible thud and the immediate release of his hands from off my breasts though, I'd have to say that my little Amanda is a natural nutcracker.

"Uuuugh, shit...my balls," Dave barely got out before breathlessness and gravity claimed him.

"Timmmmberrrr!!" Amanda laughed merrily, both amused and amazed by how little effort it had taken to fell her much bigger, stronger older brother.

"Boy, mom you were right, Dave is much bigger and stronger than me. If it weren't for those sensitive little balls between his legs, he may have stood a chance against little me." Amanda couldn't resist the urge to torment her older brother. "Is poor David gonna be awright, or do his itty bitty balls hurt him," cooed Amanda as she bent down over the fetal form of her brother.

I knew damn well that my son's balls were anything but small but I couldn't resist laughing at the plight of these hapless males.

With little urging I convinced Amanda to strip David of His shorts so that we could compare their packages. By the time I had Jason stripped, Amanda had Dave nude from the waste down as well.

Amanda's hands were so small in comparison to the size of David's balls that she had to grab each one with each hand. "Wow, look mom, I never would have guessed that Dave here had such large nuts," she exclaimed with delight as she squeezed and pulled this way and that on her brother's rubbery nuts. "Try this," I said. While holding his nuts captive with one hand I forced him to stand up and positioned his legs far enough apart so that I would be able to power my knee up between his thighs. It was a difficult task since he was weak from my grip but I eventually met with success. Wham, Bam, my leg drove my knee up into his waiting balls loving the feel of his naked balls quivering between my knee and his pelvic. The strikes were enough to make him drop like a sack of potatoes, hands clutching protectively over his throbbing balls.

Part 3

The next day...

Aaaahhh... I feel so good, I thought as I rolled over in bed and tried to rouse myself from such a deep slumber. I haven't slept this deeply for how long? Of course, come to think of it, how long had it been since I had had such fun with a male-nutsack either. A satisfying smile crept over my face as I recalled to mind the activities of yesterday evening. It was quality time spent with both Amanda and Dave: that hadn't happened for quite some time. Haha, too bad Dave, not to mention Jason, didn't find it as entertaining as Amanda and I had. It really is so hard to find activities that everyone finds enjoyable, hehe.

"Ohhhh," I murmured, as thrill after thrill wracked my wet pussy. It had been ten hours ago and yet the thoughts of their quivering man-flesh were still so fresh in my mind that if I closed my eyes and squeezed my fist, I could feel their tremors of pain causing me tremors of ecstasy. How strange??

Well, it's Saturday morning. I wonder what everyone else is doing. I got up, threw on a fresh t-shirt and soft cotton shorts. My nipples still ached slightly from the twisting they had received from Dave. That little bastard still had some accounting because of that. I wonder how his balls are feeling right about now. Maybe the swelling has gone down, if so, it will be perfect for Amanda and me to further her "education". Now Jason's on the other hand, his balls aren't as big as my sons but they sure do hang low.

While sitting at my mirror pondering this and brushing my hair, Amanda came bouncing into the room wearing nothing but a big smile, a pink t-shirt and white thong. "Good morning, mom," she beamed, "I don't know about you, but I slept wonderful!! Aahh," she dreamily breathed." I had sooo much fun last night. I can't believe how fulfilling it is for a little girl like me to completely dominate a bigger, stronger boy."

"Well, maybe not stronger," she added with a giggle.

As she talked, I noticed in the mirror that her two large nipples weren't the only ones bulging out the front of her t-shirt; I couldn't help myself as she went on.

"Shame on you mom, not teaching me about David's little boy balls before now," she pouted with a frown on her face. She brought her hands up to comb through her hair as she continued, "Do you know how many times he's bullied me around, felt me up, or was just plain annoying. And to think, all this time he's had a pair of defenseless little balls residing between his legs, just ready to be smacked around by my foot or knee.

"Ohh, honey," I soothed, "I don't know where I went wrong. I guess that I have been so preoccupied with work since your father left us that I had neglected to instruct you properly. I brought my arm around her to consol her as I continued, "You know, there are still plenty of opportunities. Neither David's nor Jason's balls are going to up and disappear on us. They can't magically erect a force field around their sacks or somehow draw them back up into their bodies, even though they'll surely want to."

"Yeah, I guess your right, huh. It is so very funny how their nuts wobble around in their sacks without so much as any muscle or bone to protect them from us," she said laughing. She had cheered up quickly and now had a finger or two restlessly rubbing at her thong covered mound.

Talking like this got both of us so worked up that neither of us could stand it much longer, so we decided to go and check up on the boys.

We quietly sauntered into the hall and discovered that David and Jason were busy fixing themselves breakfast in the kitchen... As we stealthily crept closer and peeked around the corner into the kitchen, I gently poked Amanda in the ribs and quietly said, "Look Mandy, see how their walking?"

Amanda stopped and peered, "Uhuh, it looks like they're trying to walk without moving back and forth too much. Why is that?"

"Well," I began to reply, grinning from the obvious display of discomfort, “for one thing, their nutsacks must be real loose, thus the walking motion causes their nuts to ricochet around between their thighs causing bursts of pain to travel up from their dangling nuts with each bounce." What would that be like, I wondered to myself.

"Ooooh, cooool," whispered Amanda unabashedly. "Oh, look there," Amanda said pointing, "Jason just sat down on the edge of the chair, and I can see his low-hung ballbag!!"

Sure enough, as Jason positioned himself over the edge of the seat, his ballbag had sprung out of leg of his little boxers and was now drooping over the lip of the seat. It looked tantalizingly delicious; just offering up its meaty orbs like that. Poor kid, I thought as I was wracked with a spreading warmth between my legs, they’re so sore that he doesn't want to sit with them in his lap. It must be more comfortable for him to have them hanging free like that.

As Amanda and I stared transfixed at the sight of Jason's pink-hued pouch, David joined his friend at the table and began to pour himself some cereal. Both looked tired and glum as they ate with their shoulders slumped and heads lowered over their bowls.

"Man Dave, I can not believe what your mother did to me yesterday. It was so painful, and embarrassing. I haven't felt that kind of pain since I don't know when," Jason said as he shot Dave a sheepish look across the table. "I still can't believe your baby sister either. I don't think I'll ever forget the sight of her ass as she bent down in front of me. Damn, how do you live with those two, huh?"

"Dude, I know what you mean about my sister's ass but I still can't believe that Mandy actually kicked me in the nads. I've been coping a feel of her breasts or ass for a year or two now and she never even tried to kick me between the legs. In fact, she never let on that she even knew about my balls; until yesterday that is. Shit, I still ache a bit, ya'know."

Amanda and I stifled our laughs as best we could as we listened in on their conversation. For the most part they seemed to be recovering from our "playtime,” so Amanda and I huddled in the hall to decide on a course of action. "So Amanda, do you think that we can woo them again and strike before they know what has 'em by the balls?" I asked.

"Sure mom, they seem to think with their dicks, like other boys I know," she replied with giddy anticipation.

I took the lead as we nonchalantly sauntered into the kitchen. I decided to run my fingers over my face and eyes as if I were still rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "Aaaaa," I yawned, "good morning boys. How did we sleep?" Following me, Amanda took my cue and did the same.

They both answered in the affirmative as they drank in our scantily clad outfits. My tiny cotton shorts accentuated my long tanned legs and seeing how Amanda was in her undies, they didn't have much to imagine.

"Aaggh, I'm famished," I said heartily as I quickly moved over to where they were sitting at the table. Glancing from face to crotch, like typical teenage boys, I thought. Their mouths were open and their dicks rigid despite the fact that Amanda and I had put their nuts through the ringer not more than ten hours ago.

As I sat down across from Jason I made sure that my leg was within striking distance of his ballbag. Making sure that I didn't stare at his exposed nuts, I intently gathered a bowl, spoon and poured myself some cereal.

Amanda, meanwhile, had gone over to the counter and was trying to reach the toaster which had been placed in the cupboard directly over the fridge. Jason had continued to eat although I saw a look of hate flash across his features as he glanced at his sister. No doubt, he held a grudge against Amanda for kicking him so mercilessly between the legs. He'd better be careful, I thought with a smirk, or else he'll get it again. Amanda won't take anymore of his abuse now that she's aware of just how sensitive his balls are.

Amanda's shirt had been pulled up exposing the bottom half of her ass as she finally acquired the toaster. Seeing that, there now was a look of pleasure mixed with animosity on Dave's face as he seemed to make up his mind to do something. Getting up from the table, (with a nice little erection, no less), he made his way over to the counter to stand beside Amanda.

"Well Amanda, how did you sleep?" he asked as he came to stand behind Mandy. She had her back to him and was putting bread in the toaster as she answered with a smart aleck tone, "I slept o.k. At least as well as you, huh."

His fists started to clench as he heard her reply. Feeling that he had the element of surprise this time, he roughly bodied Amanda between the counter and himself as he threw his hands up her shirt and began to squeeze and fondle her full breasts. "Oh, I love how your breasts fill my hand, they're so perky," he exclaimed as he fought to keep her wedged between the counter and his upper body. As soon as his hands found her breasts, she began to squirm and thrash about; but it was to no avail. He outweighed her by a good 50 or 60 pounds.

"Ahh...," Dave mumbled as he massaged her flesh.

"David! You'd better let go or else...!” screamed Amanda angrily.

"Listen, little sis," he replied cockily. "You aren't in a position to ... huggggh," he exhaled in an outrush of breath as both his sentence and breath were cutoff in midstream by his sister's well-aimed heel. He had been so sure of his position and so caught up in handling Mandy’s ripe fruit that he hadn't noticed how Amanda had subtly spread his legs apart with hers so that she could throw her heel up and back, catching his danglers unaware.

The impact of her foot with his nuts resounded with a fleshy smack and brought his hands down to gingerly cuddle his throbbing balls. "Owwww," he moaned, bent over with a look of agony on his face. "Not againnnn."

I grinned with maternal pride as I saw my little angel standing over the prone form of my elder male child; a smile lit her face as her blue eyes beamed merrily.

Looking at Jason I said, “Ohh, look what happened to Dave, Jason. He was having so much fun that he forgot about his little ballsies again, but Mandy didn't!" I naughtily laughed. Up until this point, Jason had been watching his friend with mild disinterest as he ate his cereal but the mention of balls jolted him. Unfortunately for him, I had placed my right leg between his spread legs and as I finished my sentence, I firmly planted the bottom of my foot on his squishy sack, effectively pinning his rubber-like orbs to the bottom/side of his chair. The feel of his nuts as I sandwiched them between the chair and the soft underside of my foot caused me to come with pleasure. That and the look of pure helplessness that passed over his face as he felt the pressure of my foot on his sensitive testicles.

"Ugghh...ugggh please Ms. Baker, please not again," he pled as he looked at me in anguish. Didn't this little boy remember anything? Even though I felt like playing with myself, the fun had just begun.

While I had Jason immobilized, Amanda had taken control of Jason by grasping one of his large nuts in her fingers and squeezing until he followed her movement and was standing back up on his feet, if somewhat unsteadily from the wracking pain originating from within his sister's little grasp. "Good little boy," Mandy cooed, as she looked up in her brother's terror-filled eyes. "Boy David, I can't believe how warm and soft this little pouch of yours is. It feels like liquid skin! As she talked and held her brother's balls captive, her spare hand came up to play with her aroused nipples.

Not to be left out, I too decided to take matters into my own hands and released Jason's balls with my foot. As soon as his balls found freedom from the crushing presence of my foot, he curled up and attempted to cup his hands over his flattened balls but in his weakened condition, he couldn't stop me from removing his boxers and taking possession of his most cherished anatomy.

"Come on, stand up," I directed as I brought him up and stood him over by his buddy, Dave. What a sight! Two big teenage males quivering as if cold. I laughed, but we have evidence that it's not so cold in here, I thought as I considered the size of their dicks. Neither of them were puny.

"Let's herd them into the living room where we can have some more fun," I suggested to Amanda.

"Sounds like fun to me," Amanda stated happily, bouncing around on her heels a little. "Come on in here big bro," she taunted, "as if you had a choice."

"Now first, if we are going to practice how to kick a pair of balls," I began, enjoying the look of horror that passed over the boys' faces, " we will have to make certain that their dicks are out of the way and unable to impede our knees or feet.

Amanda started giggling out of control at that and turned a little red in the face from her laughs. She brushed some stray strands of her blond hair out of her face as she asked me, "How should we do that, mom?"

"Easy," I replied. "O.k. boys, you wanted a feel so now you get one," I told them as Amanda and I maintained our dominance via there dangling nuts. Ordering them to lift up our shirts and feel our breasts, we both made sure that they wouldn't get any smart ideas by occasionally tugging and pulling on their elongated nutsacks. Slowly but surely, their dicks rose to the occasion. The sheer size of them made Amanda gawk and stutter, "Wow! I didn't know that Davie's wiener was big!! Jason's is so thick too."

Now that their hard-ons didn't present any problem to the task at hand, I ordered Jason too kneel down, with his knees spread, hands on his head.

Amanda looked down and laughed. "See his nuts mom, the right one hangs lower than the left one. Just like Fido's. That's funny!"

I laughed and fed on the ecstasy that I felt flowing through my body at the sight of his prone sack just hanging there waiting for my foot. His right one did hang noticeably lower. I'll just have to correct that, I thought, as I took aim. He was quietly sobbing and I didn't want him to flinch so I told him to close his eyes. As soon as his eyes were closed I stepped forward and watched as the top of my foot connected with his pendulous balls. WHACK, my little foot crashed into his sack and caught his right nut. The solid impact caused his nuts to wobble around crazily in their jello-like sack while at the same time forcing the air out of his lungs with a loud WHUUMPH. Jason fell over and cradled his balls as he dealt with the nausea in his stomach.

"Way to go mom," cheered Amanda as she watched with glee. David just gulped as he looked on, powerless to help. He too had been forced to fondle his sister’s breasts, thus causing his organ to swell up in tribute to his little sister's complete control.

"Now David, I see that you're being naughty, pointing that big thing at me, so now I am going to have to teach you some manners," she scolded as she wagged her finger at him. "Go on, spread those big legs of yours and let me see those big 'ol eggs of yours swing free." Being reluctant, she had to coerce him with the grip that she had maintained around his nuts. "That's a good boy, now I'm going to let go, but don't you think about protecting yourself, not if you don't want me to hurt those big balls of yours anymore than I already plan on. Close your eyes and count to three," she demanded in a soft girly voice.

"O...One, tt ttwo..." he stammered in fear, but before he made it to three, Mandy had stepped forward and drove her tanned, muscled leg into the balls swaying between his outspread thighs. The upper part of her knee made solid contact with his plum sized balls and squished them into his pelvic bone, causing him to double himself up over her leg and slide to the carpeted floor with a crash.

"euwwww," squealed Amanda as she relished the feel of her brother's soft balls being flattened against the silky smooth skin of her lower thighs. "There kinda like rubber, mom. Ohh, this is fun!!"

As we both stood above the writhing forms of David and Jason, we couldn't help but play with ourselves and share with each other the rapture we felt as we crushed their manhood. They both were out for the count and since Amanda and I had come several times we decided we'd have to pick up where we left off another day. I certainly know that Dave and Jason will be looking forward to it.

Ballet Shoes

By david_b

Dear diary, I must confess to a little apprehension concerning the arrival of manservant, my eighteenth birthday present from mama.

I know little about him. Only that he is a savage. Born of a tribe native to the rain forests of Brazil, he once upset the tribal chief, who promptly tore out his tongue.

Although manservant understands English well, he is, of course, incapable of speech. Indeed, his silence should make an agreeable change from the dim-witted babble male creatures generally utter.

Upon his arrival at eight o’clock, manservant’s first act was to interrupt my fencing class, instantly putting me in sour mood.

For my part, I was loath to meet a man in my present state of undress. I hid my blushes behind my fencing mask, knowing well that my jodhpurs and tall boots were much too tight for male company to decently savor.

I took manservant upstairs to my bedroom and locked the door.

“So you can’t speak?” I asked. “I generally prefer my servant to plead for mercy as I torment his quivering hide. But you can’t make a sound. How will you entertain me?”

I was suddenly angry with the brute for denying me the pleasure of his craven whines. I drew back my boot and kicked him full in the face, splitting his lip under my heel.

Although the blow stung him badly, no cry came from his lips.

Could it be not only is he incapable of speech, he is also unable to make any sound whatever? In short, I may do with him as I please, and mama shall be not a hint the wiser. After all, how will he tell of his torments?

I ordered manservant to undress me. With a snap of my fingers, I indicated he should sit on my footstool, making a cradle of his hands, into which I may place my boot. I leant forward to undo the laces, and promptly slid my leg from its leather sheath.

Whilst raising the second boot for manservant to hold, I discovered the exertion of my fencing class had left me worse drained of strength than I had imagined.

I overbalanced, falling forward, coming to a halt as I stubbed my leather toe in the soft package between his legs.

Somewhat ashamed, I dusted myself down, and apologized presently. But the curious creature appeared devastated by the light blow. Surely the small tap I gave him could not have hurt him so? I eyed the pitiful figure and decided to investigate further.

With nimble fingers, I unbuckled manservant’s belt and pulled down his trousers. But when I attempted to pull down his underwear, the fool prevented me with his hand.

“Touch me again and I shall tell mama you have forced yourself upon me,” I yelled. “You will swing from the gallows before the day is out.”

I took a man’s razor and ran the blade along manservant’s genitals.

“Visualize my razor slashing your groin,” I cautioned. “Imagine your anguish as my blade slices open your flesh. This will be your reward if you cross me again.”

I angled the blade in the front of manservant’s shorts and cut a long rip. He was unquestionably terrified as sharp metal sliced cotton. I cut three more strokes in a square, and tore the cloth from his crotch, leaving his genitals hanging out for inspection.

Manservant’s nakedness upset me more than a little. I had never seen a naked man before, having enjoyed a wholesome upbringing. If this is all the male body promises, I shall be happy never to see another.

His body is disgusting. Where my own form is toned and supple, with fine porcelain-white flesh, his is a lumpy hide that would disgrace cattle. The ugliest feature is an additional appendage hanging between the creature’s legs.

Like a horse, manservant’s genitals comprise a thick brown and purple penis streaked with repulsive veins and flabby skin. Below is a thin saggy sac dangling helplessly outside his body.

Manservant glared at me, shamed to be naked in front of a fully-dressed lady. His sass whet my appetite to see him squirm.

I put on ivory silk gloves, and grasped his skinny sac, feeling the tender bag for his ovals. Could these misshapen cherries be the source of such suffering? I must find out.

I closed my hand, trapping his testicles. Manservant’s reaction was instant. Before I even began, his body froze, trembling with fright.

I squeezed his orbs a little, and although no scream came, I saw deep sorrow in his eyes. I tightened my fist and the color drained from his cheeks.

My scholarly study of male anatomy continued as I drilled my fingers into his groin. Manservant’s face was now ashen. But was he truly in pain? I hope so. His scornful look angered me. Here is my revenge.

It occurs to me there is better pleasure in torturing a manservant than from any silly act of copulation. I will prefer the hours of teasing and tormenting him to the mere minutes of carnal satisfaction. I wonder, if I increase his sorrow, will my pleasure multiply as well?

I removed my gloves so my long burgundy fingernails were exposed. Putting my hand under his horrible penis, I squeezed his sac, rubbing the little groins together with good effort. I trembled in ecstasy as I sank sharp fingernails into his delicate globes. Tears rolled down his cheeks. His eyes pleaded with mine for mercy. Serves him right.

For fun I decided to find out how hard a girl must pull before the sac is ripped free of a man’s body. I curled my fingers around his testes, hooked my nails into his scrotum then strode quickly around my room, dragging manservant behind me by the globes.

I climbed up on my bed, hoisting him up, then jumped down on the carpet, yanking him down. Still the stubborn sac would not detach. My game tired me so I aimed a swift kick between his legs, and watched him crumple to the floor. Such pleasure.

Whilst manservant recovered, I dressed for ballet class. Behind a screen, I removed my fencing gear of jodhpurs and bodice, then slipped my feet into the foot-holes of black ballet tights and drew the silk hosiery over my naked vagina. I chose a crimson leotard and slipped it over my tights.

Having checked the seams were straight, I tied back my hair, and was ready for manservant to fasten my shoes.

“Sit on the footstool and open your legs,” I commanded.

I placed a seamed toe on his tender groin. “You are lucky I allow you the honor of tying my beautiful ballet shoes. You may sniff them before you begin.”

Manservant put my slippers to his nose and inhaled deeply. The scent obviously pleased him. I quickly called a halt to his pleasure.

“Now tie my ribbons, you foot-sniffing troll.”

I arched my foot in his crotch, waiting for him to tie me up. Manservant fingered the satin strips at my heel. From his stupid expression it was obvious the simple task of tying a slipper was too complicated for him.

“Twice around the ankle, you dumb ox,” I said, losing patience. At last, he fastened the ribbons with clumsy digits.

Manservant took so long tying my shoes that I decided punishment was in order. I screwed my big toes into his groin, bringing a gasp, then dug my pointes in, gouging his nuts to nausea. When he was in sufficient pain, I pressed down the flats of my slippers, rubbing his sore crotch with muscular feet.

But something was wrong. Through the thin soles of my ballet shoes I could feel manservant had an erection.

“Did you watch me as I changed into my ballet gear?” I demanded.

I had only to glance over my shoulder for an answer. Having neglected to turn my dressing mirror to the wall, naturally the toad watched me undress. For this crime I shall humiliate him in front of my entire ballet class.

I grasped manservant’s inflamed scrotum and pulled him naked from my bedroom into the hallway for the maid to see. He hid his blushes as the French au pair giggled and clapped, pointing at his exposed manhood. Oblivious to his shame, I led the dog downstairs to the courtyard, where my motorbike was ready to speed us to my ballet school.

I yanked manservant through the gym doors and pushed him on the floorboards. My friends Begonia, Chloe and Helen halted their dance practice to examine the naked wretch.

“What’s this you’ve brought, Camille?” asked Begonia, arching a finely plucked eyebrow.

“I caught it peeping at me as I dressed for class,” I replied.

My friends gasped in disbelief. Was it true? Does it want to be punished?

“Ballet costumes are much too pretty for such a tongue-tied biological mishap to see,” said Chloe. “We must hurt it with our muscular legs.”

“Lets start with pointe training,” suggested Begonia.

Presently, we went on tip-toe, holding hands in a ring around manservant.

Helen, on pointe directly in front of the mute, lashed out her leg, aiming at the ugly parts between his thighs. With perfect precision, her shapely foot struck his testicles, leaving him giddy with distress.

Helen gave an elegant smile then whipped her foot once more, allowing the toe of her pretty pink slipper to crush his aching scrotum.

Manservant turned from Helen and came face to face with Begonia, whose beautiful brown eyes sparkled with joy as she shattered his shin-bone under her foot.

Blood trickled down manservant’s leg. Pieces of broken bone stuck sharply out of his skin. “Good shot,” Begonia said, modest as ever.

By now manservant could see our game. No matter which way he turned, a foot or a knee was ready to crush his tender parts. Finally, he could take no more, and collapsed on the floorboards, upon which we set upon him with kicks and stamps to his body and face.

“I do believe the brute is enjoying our attentions,” I said, pointing to his stiff cock.

“Step on it,” said Chloe. “His manhood makes a fitting rest for our feet.”

I checked the underside of my ballet shoe to ensure it was good and filthy then pressed the blackened sole on his sticky erection, squashing it underfoot. Having flattened his stub, I rubbed my dirty silk slipper back and forth, coating the evil tentacle with crud and dust.

Begonia came close to manservant’s ear and whispered, “Would you like me to suck you off, you shitty little pig?”

She kissed manservant’s penis. Some of my friends looked away, unable to suffer the revolting sight of a lady demeaning herself by sucking a man’s cock. Others simply smiled, knowing well that the cruel Italian had a heart of pure stone and would play a trick on the fool.

Begonia’s slippery tongue worked manservant’s vile penis into a frenzy of pleasure. His stalk went in and out of her mouth, seemingly right down her throat, as she bobbed her head, lapping the loathsome member. Manservant was in heaven. His pain forgotten, he grunted and groaned, shaking and farting with delight.

He was completely off guard as Begonia released his penis and sank her teeth into his dangly sac. Tears of joy rolled down Begonia’s cheeks as she crunched his testicles between sharp molars. She locked her jaw, straining her throat, as she chewed his sac, trying to tear off his globes with sharp teeth.

After many minutes biting and chewing the tender meat of his testicles, Begonia spat out his genitals like foul pieces of gristle.

Manservant rolled about on the floor clutching himself. We laughed at his stupidity. Such stupidity deserves punishment.

I placed my foot on his throat and crushed down on his windpipe. Manservant choked and spluttered, suffocating under my strong foot.

“Get up!” I shouted. “On your feet. Now!”

Manservant attempted to rise. My foot crushed down on his esophagus all the more. His eyes bulged. His face went purple from asphyxiation.

“We have a stubborn ape here, Camille,” said Begonia. “See how he ignores your commands? We must permanently disfigure him.”

I tugged manservant upright and drew his hands outstretched before me, then unscrewed the cap of a can of kerosene and poured inflammable liquid over his trembling hands.

Savoring his terror, I struck a match and brought the flickering flame close.

“Shall I burn off your hands, you chicken-brained freak?”

Manservant could scarcely breathe for fear of the coming pain. A large ugly tear-drop fell and splashed on my foot, leaving a mark on my brand new ballet shoe.

“You’ve soiled my beautiful shoe, damn you!” I screamed. “I paid good money for them and now they’re ruined. I was only joking when I said I would light you. But now I shall make you suffer.”

With an evil smirk, I touched the fiery match to manservant’s fuel-soaked skin.

Instantly, his hands flared up in a sheet of flame. Fire scorched his burning fingers. Thick black smoke rose from his blazing palms. His flesh spit and crackled. Blood boiled in his veins. Manservant stared in horror as his hands were destroyed before his eyes.

He huffed and puffed, trying to blow out the flames. But it was too late. The muscle and bone of his hands had already been consumed in the raging white-hot torch.

At last the kerosene burnt itself out. Manservant fell in a heap, staring at the blackened stubs where his hands once were.

“Be thankful I didn’t choose to burn off your cock,” I laughed.

“Ungrateful dog,” said Begonia. “Let’s put on our high-heels and kick his testicles to a pulp.”

We tied strappy stilettos around our ankles and were ready to inflict misery on the brute.

We formed a queue ten paces from manservant. Chloe, first in line, tensed her leg muscles and strode up to the mute.

She drew back her thigh, took careful aim. Her pretty, painted toes, exposed under a strappy stiletto sandal, smashed manservant’s testicles with a firm, dizzying kick.

With a snigger of delight, Chloe lifted her knee into his damaged sex organs. Then with all the cruelty her cold heart could muster, she punched and pounded his testicles with her fists until her knuckles were numb and red.

“My turn,” said Chloe, smashing her foot in manservant’s face. Broken teeth and blood mingled with spit as her stiff leather toe crashed into his mouth.

Chloe withdrew her foot then kicked his lips with stockinged toes, spraying warm blood down his chin. She slammed her fist in his eye, snapping it shut, then gouged his cheeks with bloody fingernails.

Chloe was just getting started as manservant passed out. He lay helpless and vulnerable as I sat on his chest and cradled his testicles.

“Strong and heavy. Full of putrid semen, ready to spurt into unsuspecting females.

“Lady-kind should be protected from his disgusting urges,” said Begonia. “Let me stamp out the menace.”

“I have a better idea. May I borrow a razor-blade?”

It wasn’t too hard finding a razor as we ballerinas use them to cut card reinforcements to put inside our pretty silk slippers. The fine cutting edge of super-sharp steel glinted in the light. I tapped manservant’s scrotum with the blade.

“Slash his testicles,” said Chloe. “Then he won’t trouble us with his filthy desires.”

“Speak up,” I teased. “You only have to say “no” and I won’t.”

Manservant tried desperately to form words in his useless vocal chords. None came.

“Since you have nothing to say I must presume you would like me to cut you.”

I held the razor to manservant’s bag and pressed down the blade, reddening the skin. Applying pressure, I drew the blade along, slicing a fine gash. Droplets of watery blood wet his sac under the sting of my shiny razor.

Having made an incision, I returned the blade to the top of the wound and pulled it along the wet slit once more, this time cutting a little deeper.

Layer by layer, I peeled away his sac, until through the bloody mess, his bare balls were visible.

Delicate and exposed, his tender groins were small and crimson, crisscrossed with fine nerves and spidery blood vessels. A single pale string carrying sperm emerged from the orb. I hooked the blade under the strand and snipped it off.

Manservant’s face begged for mercy. I brought the razor close and allowed the fine edge to pierce his ball. Sharp steel sliced raw testicle. His spine arched. Muscles convulsed. Body sweat like a rabid dog. Good! This is my idea of foreplay.

“I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” I asked mischievously. “Well, I’ve hardly started. I’m going to teach you not to peep at beautiful women.”

Angling the blade, I slashed his testicles, cutting deep. Manservant’s face twisted in agony as the blade slit open the tender meat of his groin.

With a jerk of my hand, I stabbed his ball, puncturing it. I pushed the razor in and sliced his testicle in half. Gooey sperm oozed out of the split orb. Blood spread over my fingers. With a flick of my wrist, I chopped his scrotum, laughing at his misery.

“Don’t worry, manservant,” I teased. “I haven’t forgotten to give your penis some attention from my razor.”

To my astonishment, even now, with his testicles sliced and bloody, he still had not learned his lesson.

I grew red with anger and felt my temperature soar as I noted his eyes gazing uncomfortably over my slim-fitting leotard, perhaps hopeful of a glimpse of cleavage as I leant over to study his lacerations.

For his crime I shall truly teach him the meaning of pain.

I tapped the tip of manservant’s oily purple helmet with the shiny steel razor-blade “I warned you not to try my patience. Now you will suffer.”

I held the razor-blade to the base of manservant’s penis, just under his greasy black pubis, where the thick curly hair joined his pot belly. With a nudge, I let razor-blade pierce his fatty sheath. Warm blood trickled down over his hairy scrotum as I pushed the sharp steel deep into his member.

When I was satisfied the razor’s edge had pierced the thickness of his skin, I began to tug the blade through his flabby sheath. Manservant winced at the sting in his cock as the blade slowly sliced the length of his penis, cutting veins and capillaries as I drew the blade ever closer to his bulbous helmet.

A thick artery ran the length of manservant’s penis. I couldn’t resist altering the course of the blade to slice his bloodline. As I slashed open his artery, a steaming hot pink mixture of blood and sperm spilled from the ruptured vein.

At last the razor-blade reached the edge of manservant’s foreskin. As I cut to the rim, the fatty sheath fell either side of his raw red stalk, flapping uselessly like an empty banana skin. Peeled of its protection, Manservant’s penis muscle was rose red, wet with blood.

I nudged the blade into raw muscle. Tugging the razor along, the sharp steel sliced raw fibers of manservant’s penile tissue, bringing spasms of burning agony.

I tapped his heavy, purple glans with the razor-blade.

“You didn’t want to keep this, did you?” I asked.

With a smile, I slashed the blade through his shiny helmet, slicing it into two flaccid halves. I whipped the razor once more and Manservant’s mutilated helmet landed on the floor at his feet in a splash of bloody semen.

“How does it feel to lose your cock for a quick peep?”

“Bad,” said manservant. Instantly he realized his mistake.

“So, you can speak? You’ve been lying to me all this time?”

Manservant looked truly shamed. But it wasn’t enough to dispel my anger.

I slashed the razor-blade across the throat. Manservant held his neck, warm sticky blood spraying over his fingers as his carotid artery spilled its precious serum.

Manservant’s body lurched wildly. Desperate in its futile attempt to cling to his last few seconds of life. Finally his body fell limp.

“I think you’ve killed him,” Chloe said at last.

I felt manservant’s chest for heartbeat. It was silent. A tear formed in my eye.

“Now who will tie my pretty ballet shoes?” I asked sadly.

We dragged away manservant’s body and dumped it with the rubbish.

For a while I was worried there might be criminal charges, but my friends assure me there is no cause for alarm. We will simply devise a perfect alibi to confound the police.

At least I shall be spared the indignity of prison. Still I cannot evade the troubling notion that I have come out of this affair a loser. After all, I have lost a servant. I shall now have to tie my own ballet shoes. A task most unbefitting a lady. I wonder if I can persuade mama to buy me a tougher manservant for my birthday present next year?