In the Club (part 1-2)

by KneeMyNuts

Since, “D,” as his friends called him, recently broke up with his possessive girlfriend; he had been in no hurry at all finding someone new. He spent all his time at work, at the gym working out, or home watching sports on TV with his friends. It wasn’t that he had no life; he just didn’t want another crazy woman in his life.

At 6’1”, 185 pounds of muscle with very dark skin and a handsome face, he had no problem attracting ladies’ attention, his friends told him. But this 23-year-old wouldn’t hear it.

One Saturday night, D invited some friends over to watch a baseball game at his apartment. To his surprise, they weren’t dressed in their normal jerseys, sweatpants, and what-not. They all looked like they were going to a party or something.

“What? Everyone’s jerseys and shit clothes are in the wash?” D asked his friends.

After everyone chuckled and exchanged glances, Mike, one of his friends spoke. He said, “We’re getting ready to go to a club and you’re coming too!”

D scoffed and answered, “Right, guys.”

Another of D’s friends, Craig said with a huge grin on his face, “Get dressed man! Hurry your ass up!” His friend Tyrell laughed and motioned for him to go to his room.

Very reluctantly, D got up and went t his bedroom and went to change. After a couple minutes, he came out wearing khakis and a navy blue collared short sleeve shirt. Although it didn’t hide his muscular physique, he wanted to wear something very plain so he wouldn’t attract much attention.

They left his apartment and decided to walk to the club. It was within a few blocks, it was such a nice night, and everyone except D planned on getting very, very drunk. After about ten minutes of walking they reached the parking lot of the club, where they all saw a small group of attractive females about to go inside. All of them were attractive, but one of them really stood out.

She was the most attractive woman D had ever seen up close and in person. She was about 5’8”, slim body, dark hair, light brown skin (D figured she was of mixed parents), and about a C cup, D guessed. Her best assets were her toned long legs and shapely ass and the tight, short, low cut black dress and strappy black 4” heels she wore had D captivated.

If he’d stared a little longer he would have had an enormous boner, however, his friend Craig broke his stare. “Ya see that chick in the black dress? I dare you to go over to her and say ‘I’m D. Remember my name because you’ll be screaming it later!’ Do it wuss,” said Craig, playfully shoving D in the girls’ direction. But since they were no where near the females, D didn’t try to stop him.

He just laughed with his friends and said, “You’re such a fuckin moron, Craig.” He continued to laugh, but kept that girl in his mind.

They got inside and the placed was much less crowded than they thought it would be, to D’s relief. That’s not to say it was empty; it just wasn’t loaded with all the people they thought would be there. They looked around and found the bar had just enough seats for all of them, so they went that way. As they made their way to the bar, D noticed that group of girls that he’d seen in the parking lot. He quickly found the girl in the black dress again as she was dancing to the loud music. The way she moved her sexy body had D’s full attention again, and he would have gotten hard if he hadn’t been distracted.

Tyrell leaned in close to D and said, “Holy shit, she can dance!” Apparently, he saw her too.

D answered, “Well, there go my chances with her. I can’t fuckin’ dance.”

“None of us can,” answered Mike with a smile, “but that’s never stopped us before! Let’s go out there and dance with them!”

D replied, “Fuck that!” But his friends would not take, “no” for an answer. They grabbed D’s arms and started to drag him out to where the females were, but D quickly said, “Ok! Ok, I go but I wanna get a beer first.”

“You better get out here soon, or we’ll come get ya,” was Craig’s answer as D’s friends moved to the dance area. D sat down on a bar stool and got his beer, having no intention of going out there. He wasn’t about to embarrass himself. However, he wanted to see his friends try to dance; at least he’d get a laugh. He turned around and saw Tyrell and Craig talking to the girl in the black dress. After a few seconds, to D’s horror, Tyrell, Craig, and the girl all looked at D while talking to each other. , “What are they saying?” he asked himself. Then, D almost started hyperventilating when the girl in the black dress walked in his direction. He looked past her and all his friends had shit-eating-grins on their faces.

The girl stopped right in front of D and asked, “What’s a cute guy like you doing sitting all by himself?”

He looked up into her enchanting green eyes and the only answer he could manage was “Thanks.”

She chuckled and asked, “Do you want some company?”

D nodded his head and said, “Sure, I’d love company.” He pulled the stool next to him out a little so she could sit.

She pulled it a little closer to D and sat in it. “I’m Stephanie,” she said with a big smile that would have made D weak in the knees if he weren’t sitting. She held out her hand for him to shake, which he did.

He took her hand gently and said, “All my friends call me D.”

“D, huh? That sounds easy enough to remember.” They both laughed lightly.

D asked her, “Do you want a drink?” as he finished the last of his beer was about to get another.

She answered, “Absolutely! I’ll have what you’re having.” They drank beer after beer while having conversation like long-lost friends, talking about their backgrounds, college, anything.

Stephanie, getting a little tipsy, asked out of the blue, “Are you a virgin, D?” D almost spit out the mouthful of beer he had just taken. He was a virgin…at 23.

He almost panicked, but he just took a deep breath, looked down, and said quietly, “Yes.”

Stephanie, looking very surprised, said, “Really? I woulda figured you’d be in the double digits by now!” They both laughed loudly.

D didn’t even think to ask her; she had to have, she was so hot. He instead replied, “Well, no one wants to have sex with guys as weird as me.” Stephanie looked a little confused, and raised an eyebrow at D, which got a chuckle from him. He was too drunk to stop himself from asking the next question, “Have you ever kicked a guy in the balls before?”

Stephanie looked like she was about to spit out her beer, then she blushed a little. , “Uh…yeah, a few times…why?”

D, realizing what he just asked, got nervous, but smiled and said, “Eh, no big deal. I’m so drunk I don’t know what I’m saying!”

Stephanie replied, “Well, since you’re a little drunk, you won’t mind dancing with me.”

D got up, forgetting that he couldn’t dance, and said, “Hell no, I don’t mind!”

They went to the dance area, where D’s friends saw them both. Mike winked at his friend, and D winked back. Stephanie moved her body the way she had before, and D tried to stay with her, and was succeeding. In fact, D was a much better dancer than he gave himself credit for. Stephanie would get really close to him then back away, teasing him badly, and with no one to distract him this time, D was hard as a rock.

When she got close to him again, she felt it against her body. She said jokingly, “You’re lucky you can dance or that dick of yours would have earned you a knee in the balls!” D’s mind started racing thinking about this sexy woman dominating him.

She then leaned in close and said, “I need some air. It’s so fuckin hot in here!” She then grabbed D’s hand and led him toward the exit. D mouthed to his watching friends that he’d be right back, and then followed her outside. As soon as they were outside, she pushed him against a nearby wall and started kissing him, jamming her tongue into his mouth. Her hands were on his shoulders and his were around her waist, and starting to move to her ass. She pulled away suddenly, fixing D with a stare that scared him a little.

“Tell me why you asked if I’d ever kicked a guy,” she demanded. D panicked as he looked for something to say, but nothing came to mind. Stephanie took a slight step back with her right leg, and said, “You’d better answer before I knee you in the balls!” D’s only response was a lot of stuttering and stammering, so she made good on her threat. D watched as her leg rushed up towards his nuts in a blur, powerless to stop it. Her knee crashed into his left nut, smashing it into his pelvis. The pain hit him immediately, and he started the fall toward the ground, but she held him up and slammed his back against a wall.

“I’ll do it again if you don’t answer,” Stephanie promised, looking right into D’s eyes. D couldn’t think of a lie in time, and she kneed him again, harder this time. But she kept him from falling, and pinned him against the wall. She said, “Come on, D. Answer because I can do this all night.” When she said that, D’s cock was springing to life.

With his dick about to answer for him, he said, “I’m sorry Stephanie, but it really turns me on getting kicked in the balls.” He looked down, very ashamed. He felt a soft hand under his chin pull it up so his eyes met hers.

She smiled really sweetly, her mood of domination melting away. She said, “See? Was that so hard?” She looked around to make sure no one saw her abuse him, and when she saw nobody in sight, she grabbed D’s hands, took a few steps back, then took one forward with her left leg and sent her right high-heeled foot slamming into his balls, letting him fall to the ground.

She walked really close to him and knelt down at his head. She whispered in his ear, “Let’s get out of here.”

D struggled to talk but said quietly, “I gotta tell my friends I’m going.” He looked up to see her smile really big.

She answered, “They know you’re leaving. We talked about it earlier tonight, right before I sat do with you.” She helped him to his feet and gave him a long passionate kiss, then hailed a cab and got in. D knew he was in for a wild night.

Part 2 – Stephanie’s Apartment

Stephanie led D into her apartment, turning the light on as she entered. She closed the door behind D, who was walking a little gingerly after having his balls bashed a little, and she started taking off her strappy black heels. She looked a D with a little grin and said, “I’m not really a big fan of those heels, but my roommate says I look sexy in them.” D nodded his head in agreement, and he tried to keep the disappointment off his face. He had a huge heels fetish and wanted her to bust him in her heels. Oh well, at least he was here and beginning to sober up.

While D was lost in thought, Stephanie, now barefoot, kicked him gently in the balls to get his attention. D bent slightly, but smiled as she had his full attention. Stephanie got close to him, grabbed his collar, and pulled him down a little as she stood on her tip-toes. She kissed him gently, and then said, “My roommate isn’t here, so I can do to you whatever I want.” She paused and tried to probe his package with her knee but he was much taller than she was now that she took her heels off. Instead she stepped back slightly and kicked D hard in the balls, but to her surprise, he didn’t go down. , “Pretty tough, but you’re goin’ down!” She kicked him even harder with her barefoot, and before he could go down like she said, she got in close and had to jump up a little to knee him. Then she let him slide to the floor. , “Told ya! You stay down there for a few minutes while I go change. You’re gonna be a lot of fun!” Stephanie picked up her heels and sauntered into her bedroom, and closed the door.

D, still on the floor, was in tremendous pain, but very turned on. He had never been dominated like this, and if he had, he couldn’t even imagine the girl doing it could be so attractive. He pulled his large cock out of his khakis right there, and started jerking off. He couldn’t wait for her, he was so horny. As he started to get into it, he heard someone moving in the apartment, but not from Stephanie’s bedroom.

“Oh shit,” D whispered to himself, and jammed his cock back into his pants. He dove behind her couch and listened carefully. Suddenly he heard a voice…but it wasn’t Stephanie’s. It was a female voice and this new girl said, “Stephanie? Are you here?” Then it dawned on D: Stephanie’s roommate was still here! D thought about how he’d get out, but with her roommate so close, he had to be careful. He stayed perfectly still, and didn’t hear anything from this girl either.

Suddenly he heard a feminine grunt behind him and simultaneously felt something hit him between his legs. D groaned loudly, fell to his side, refusing to cover his balls so he wouldn’t let her know how bad she hurt him. He turned around and got up slowly, and saw another very attractive woman. She was a little taller than Stephanie, and not dressed to kill like she was, but his cock was getting hard looking at her. She was slim also, but had a little more muscle (as far as he felt from his aching balls), red hair, pale skin and freckles, and a small B chest. She stood in front of D, trying to look angry, but she was impressed with his physique and his face. As mentioned before she wasn’t exactly dressed to kill, wearing a pink bathrobe tied around her waist and was wearing ankle socks.

As they were sizing each other up, D heard Stephanie at her bedroom door exclaim, “Holy shit, Julie, you’re home?!” They both looked at her, and D was awed by what he saw. She was wearing her dark hair in a ponytail, a black lace bra that somehow made her breasts look even bigger, a black garter belt with black stockings, and (D’s favorite part) shiny black high heeled pumps. When he saw her, his mouth hung open and his dick hardened again. Stephanie, on the other hand, looked mortified. She just stood there, looking down at her shoes.

After a few seconds of silence that seemed like hours, Julie finally spoke up. “Well, looks like you know who this asshole is.”

D looked at her, and making no effort to help the situation, said, “Whatever, bitch.” D would never say that to a female he didn’t know, and he started to realize that he was still drunk.

Julie looked at D, then back to Stephanie and said, “Since you two have ‘plans,’ I’m gonna go to bed.”

With that, she turned and headed to her bedroom, but was intercepted by Stephanie. She said, “Maybe you should stay awake for a little while longer,” as she winked at D. He stood by as he watched Stephanie and Julie whisper to each other as he caught little tidbits of their conversation.

“…..stay a little bit…” , “…..kinda cute…” , “…..it’ll be…..fun…” , “Can I borrow……”

After their brief conversation ended, Julie disappeared into Stephanie’s room for a few seconds, and then came out holding something behind her back, and then she scurried into her own room and shut the door.

When the door shut, Stephanie sauntered up to D, placed her hands on his shoulders, and lifted her knee very slowly between his legs, reaching his balls much easier, and she left her knee there for a second or two. She smiled sweetly at D, and said, “Much better!” She put her foot back down on the floor, and stepped back a little then continued, “Are you sure this turns you on?” D was about to answer, but her knee was already on its way to his groin. Her knee slammed in to his balls and he bent over, starting to fall to the floor. He slid down her body, and ended up on his knees in front of her. Before he knew what was happening, she pulled her foot back really far, and sent it forward with incredible speed. Her kick connected with both of his balls with the top of her foot and lifted him off the floor a little. He quickly covered his balls and curled himself into a ball at Stephanie’s high heels. His stomach felt really queasy, and he was about to throw up. He dry-heaved at her feet, threatening to spill the contents of his stomach on her floor.

Just as it appeared that he was about to puke everywhere, the door to Julie’s bedroom opened, and out came Stephanie’s sexy roommate. She made herself look as hot as Stephanie, wearing her red hair in a ponytail like her roommate, a red low-cut blouse that didn’t exactly do a good job of hiding her hard nipples, a very short black leather miniskirt that had a long slit in the side, showing off another pair of amazing legs, and at the bottom were red high heeled pumps with stiletto heels. She walked just like Stephanie, hips moving from side to side, and when she got right in front of D, she took his hands and gently pulled him to his feet.

Julie wasted no time with what she wanted to do, as she reached for his belt, and undid it, letting his pants fall to the floor with D making no effort to stop it. She then grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it off him, revealing to both women the muscular body under his shirt. Both girls looked very impressed, and didn’t try to hide it. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him in close. Julie looked him right in the eye, and without warning, she drove her knee up into his balls viciously, his balls only protected by the boxer-briefs he wore. Before he could react, she kneed him in the balls twice more while Stephanie stood by. Julie stepped back slightly and kneed D as hard as she could and then let him fall to the floor at her feet.

D looked up from the floor and watched Stephanie walk towards him. She held back Julie from doing anymore damage to D’s groin and said, “Hey now, he’s my date! I brought him here!”

She gently grabbed his hands and helped him slowly to his feet. She looked him in the eyes, with a fearful expression on her face. Stephanie asked, “Are you ok, D?” When he answered with a nod, a smile spread across her face, and she said, “Good!” With that, she pushed him backwards until D’s back was against a wall, slowly because his pants were still around his ankles. She took a step back, looked him in the eye and smiled sweetly. Suddenly, he smile disappeared and held his hands tightly, took a half step forward with her left leg, pulled back her right and kicked D in the balls as hard as she could. He groaned loudly and was struggling to remain conscious. He could barely stand, but was standing because Stephanie was holding him up. When Stephanie saw he was fading out, both girls helped D to their couch and sat him down to give his aching, swelling nuts a little rest. Unfortunately, the pain was still too much and he passed out anyway.

After some time went by (D had no idea how long), both girls came over to him without saying a word and pulled him to his feet. Julie looked at D and asked, “Think you can take some more?”

D was about to answer but Stephanie answered for him, saying, “Look at his body! He can take a few more from two girls who are like half his size!” Somehow he managed a smile, and again, his cock sprang to life. To D’s horror, it was extremely visible because he was completely naked now!

When his dick reached its full size, both girls looked on and Stephanie mouthed to Julie, “Holy shit!” Stephanie turned to him and said, “Just a little more, then we’ll give that dick of yours a little release!” Right after the words left her mouth, both of them forced this strong man back against a wall again. They pinned him there, both in front of him, each with a hand on his shoulder, holding him there. Without any sort of warning, Julie slammed her knee between D’s legs cruelly and right after her knee went down to gain power to get him again, Stephanie’s knee thumped his nuts. They alternated, delivering knee after knee to his badly bruised nads.

After many strikes by Stephanie and Julie, they let him slide down the wall with his legs spread. Amazingly, D’s cock was still standing at attention. Julie nodded to her roommate then backed up a few steps while Stephanie stood in between D’s legs. She put her black high heeled pump on his hard-on, and pushed it gently to her floor. She added more weight onto it, little by little. When she had most of her weight on his cock, she moved her foot back and forth on his dick. After a few short minutes, D had the wildest orgasm of his life, shooting load after load of cum onto her floor and back high heel.

He was completely spent, but Stephanie said, “Wow that was a lot you just blew! But you’re not done. We’re gonna give you a few minutes then join us in my bedroom because we’re gonna take something from you…that pesky virginity of yours!” Both women walked, hips moving back and forth, to Stephanie’s bedroom and waiting for the sexy, strong man they just beat the shit (and cum) out of.

The End…maybe.

Erica’s Study Session

By KneeMyNuts

Erica was almost the perfect girl to her male high school classmates. She was an extremely attractive Hispanic girl, about 5’5”, very curvaceous body, long brown hair with blond highlights, perky but large breasts for her age, toned but sexy legs, and a cute face and smile that implied total innocence. She wasn’t just a pretty face though, as she was an exemplary student, earning straight A’s. As smart and pretty that Erica was, she wasn’t just a pretty nerd, she was also an athlete, playing soccer (football to the rest of the world, which makes more sense) on the school team. Although she was close to perfection and innocence, she had a huge mean streak. She got a real thrill from kicking guys in the groin, and being a soccer player, she had a lot of power to put behind her cruel kicks.

As smart she was, Erica was having a little trouble with her calculus class, and was in danger of getting her first B on a test (which was the kiss of death for her), the first of life although she was a senior in high school. However, she wouldn’t have much time to study because it was a Friday, and she had an away game to play in. She didn’t know when she’d be home to study and her test was on Monday; she wouldn’t have the luxury of having as many days as she would like. So, since Erica was wearing a miniskirt, a nice white blouse, flesh-colored stockings, and black high heeled platform sandals (whenever a school sports team had an away game, it was the school’s policy that they had to dress professionally, then change into their uniforms at the opposing school), she would go to her math teacher at the end of class and try to “convince” him to change the test date, make the test easier, or just give her the answers. She definitely had her ways of getting men to do what she wanted.

She sat in class until the bell rang to end class, and then she got up and sauntered up to her teacher’s desk. She stood in front of his desk and leaned over, resting her hands on it, and smiled sweetly and harmlessly. She knew the way she bent over, if her teacher looked up, he would be able to see right down her blouse and get a good look at her beautiful cleavage. She said, still smiling, “Mr. O’Neal, I think I’m having some trouble with the stuff that’s gonna be on the test. Could you…um…help me?” As she said the last words, she pushed her chest forward to accent her sexy body.

Mr. O’Neal looked up from his desk and saw Erica standing there, looking very sexy the way she was standing. He felt his cock twitch in his pants, but remain very professional. He raised an eyebrow at her and said, “Erica, what are you doing?”

She answered, “Maybe you could…I dunno, change when you give the test, or give a different test, one that’s a little easier. Mr. O’Neal, I just don’t wanna get my first B ever. You understand, right?” Again, she smiled innocently at him, and despite his best efforts, Mr. O’Neal was starting to get hard looking at this 17-year-old Latina. As distracted and turned on as he was getting, he somehow remained focused.

He took a deep breath and said, “Erica, you’re one of the best students in the class. You’re a really bright girl, and I’ll stay here as long as you want if you need some help studying. But I can’t give you an unfair advantage over the rest of the students. And looking at the way you’re dressed would imply that you have a game today. The only thing I can tell you is that you need to study over the weekend and that you will do fine.”

Erica did a good job not showing her disappointment, then she smiled again, not innocently but devilishly, and she said, “Well, can you come to my desk and look at my homework to tell me what I’m doing wrong?” He nodded yes, stood up from his chair, and began to follow her to her desk and books.

She stopped suddenly and turned to face Mr. O’Neal. She said “Wait.” Then she moved really close to him, put her hands on his hips, and gazed into his eyes like she was going to kiss him. She glanced down and noticed his legs were spread a little – just enough for her knee - took a slight step back with her right foot and leaned into kiss him.

She got close to his face and said “I like you a lot Mr. O’Neal, but right now, YOU’RE NOT FUCKIN’ HELPIN’ ME AT ALL!!” With that, she sent her right knee upwards towards his groin with amazing speed. Mr. O’Neal never even saw it coming, as he was locked into Erica’s eyes. Even if he had been looking down, all he would have seen would be a blur; she moved her leg so fast. Her knee hit him dead on in his right nut, pinning it between her knee and his pelvis.

He groaned loudly, doubled over immediately from the initial shock, his mouth wide open. Before he could react, she pulled her right foot back as far as it would go and sent it forward between his legs again. The toe of her platform sandal hit just behind his balls, with the top of her foot still smashing his balls, and Mr. O’Neal could only manage a cowardly yelp. However, it wasn’t what she intended and she looked a little disappointed.

She quipped, “You’re lucky I missed.” He started to fall to the floor with his hand covering his battered balls.

He said, needing a little effort to speak, “I should report you! Erica, what’s gotten into you?!”

She answered, “You won’t report me. Well, I gotta study. Good night, Mr. O’Neal.” With that, she turned and walked out of the room toward lunch. She knew Mr. O’Neal wouldn’t say anything; no guy that she’d ever busted said anything about it. What guy would want to admit that he’d just gotten the shit kicked out of him, by such a small, innocent young girl?

Later on that day after school, she ran into Andrew, a guy who had most of the same advanced classes. This guy wasn’t exactly the epitome of male strength and attractiveness. He was pushing 6” tall, was painfully skinny, short black hair that was parted down the middle, and very thick black glasses; Andrew was a nerd. But he never did anything to impress anyone on purpose, as he was his own man. He didn’t have any friends or activities to speak of, so he spent most of his time his studying. For as socially inept as he was, he made up for that (in his own eyes) by being one of the smartest guys in the school.

Erica approached him and smiled broadly. “Hi, Andrew! I have a question for you,” she said, in a half trot because she was in heels.

Andrew looked in her general direction, but was too shy to look her in the eye. He answered “Yeah, Erica?”

“You have Mr. O’Neal for calculus, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Our class has the test on Monday. You had yours already, right?”

“Yeah.”

Erica’s smile started to blossom, and she bent down a little so her eyes met his. She asked him “Do you think you could help me study?” This is usually the point when she pushes her chest out to let her tits help the guy make up his mind, but she thought Andrew was probably gay.

He gave her a little longer answer than he usually does when he replied, “Don’t you have a game today?”

She answered, “Yeah, but can I come over tomorrow? So we can have all day to study?” She smiled really sweetly and glanced down at his package, and refrained from laughing as she saw the bulge down there grow a little.

But his answer was simple: “Sure.”

She said, “Great! See ya tomorrow at about 1!” And before he could confirm or give a different time, Erica was off in the direction she came from, her heels making loud sounds on the hard floor.

The next day, Erica showed up at Andrew’s house, in a nasty mood since her team lost 1-0 yesterday. She really wanted to get some aggression out, but she had to take into consideration that it might not come to it. The door opened, and Andrew stared at her with his mouth open. His eyes panned up and down Erica’s body because she was dressed for a little more than just a study session. She was wearing a very short black miniskirt that didn’t even go halfway down her thighs, black fishnet stockings, a low cut, red v-neck tank top that said “Dangerous Curves Ahead” in yellow across her breasts, and black high heeled pumps with a thin ankle strap. She also had her book bag on, but Andrew wasn’t paying that any mind, obviously.

She watched as he looked her up and down, smiled sweetly and asked “So, do I get to come in? Or did you wanna study in your doorway?” She felt a surge of sexual energy flow through her when she looked down at the huge bulge in his pants. “He stuffed his pants?! He must think he’s gonna get some; this is gonna be easier than I thought,” Erica said to herself.

Andrew, a little embarrassed because of his immediate reaction to her, said shyly, “I’m sorry, come in.” He held the door open for her and watched her walk by into his home. Damn, she knew how to walk to get a guy’s attention!

After she sat down, Erica and Andrew began studying next to each other at a table, looking over notes, and Andrew telling her what to pay attention to for the test. However, Erica was still having a little trouble understanding. She decided this was the time to make her move. Since she now knew that he wasn’t gay, she turned her chair to face him, and pushed her chest forward, and frowned mockingly, saying “Andrew, I’m sorry if I offended you with my outfit today. I have a big date right after we’re done here.” She smiled innocently and continued, “You forgive me right?”

He answered, “Of course.” Then she put her hand on his inner thigh, inches away from his cock, which was still hard and said “Great! Then can you do me a favor?” Andrew, too aroused to even speak, simply nodded his head. He’d never seen any girl look like this before, and he was enjoying it. With that, Erica pulled him to his feet and took him a few feet away from the table so she’d have room to maneuver. She pulled him close to her body, grinded her crotch against his, and sucked on his neck. She unbuttoned his shirt and ran her hands all over his chest, which wasn’t exactly impressive. After of few minutes of this treatment, Andrew was about to cum; he’d never even kissed a girl before, let alone anything like this. She felt him quiver in his near-orgasmic state, and that’s when she stopped.

She smiled pleasantly at him again, asking, “You think you could give me the answers to that test? I can’t get a B on that test.”

Andrew got his wits about him again, pondered the question, and then answered, “Look Erica, you’re definitely the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, but I can’t help you cheat. I’ll study with you until your date, if you want.”

She thought to herself, “He’s really long-winded now, he must be really horny. This is really gonna hurt him!” She scowled and said, “I don’t have a date, you idiot.” She then grabbed his shoulders and sent her right knee up toward his balls in a blur. She felt her knee crash into on of his balls (She wasn’t sure which one), and the impact lifted him off the ground a few inches, but somehow he remained standing, although bent over. She was shocked when he didn’t even make a sound when she kneed him. She tried to look him in the eye, but his eyes were shut because he was in pain.

Since he wasn’t looking, she took the opportunity he gave her. She took a few steps back, pulled her leg back with her high heeled foot behind her and above her ass a little, and then she shot it forward with blinding speed. It felt like the kick was in slow motion to Erica, and when her kick connected between Andrew’s legs, she could feel both of his balls right where her shoe ended and her foot began. She smiled cruelly as Andrew fell forward into her, sliding down her body on his way to the floor. Astoundingly, he didn’t make any noise when she kicked him. When he ended up on his knees, his tried to protect himself by covering his aching balls, but Erica was too fast and too experienced with this, and she grabbed his hands and easily lifted them over his head.

Then Erica started to talk to him, viciously kicking him in the balls between her words. “ALL (BAM!) I (BAM!) ASKED (BAM!) FOR (BAM!) WAS A LITTLE (BAM!) HELP!!” She ended her taunting with her hardest kick, and it lifted Andrew well off the floor. She pushed him roughly to his back and looked at his crotch, seeing that whatever he stuffed his pants with was gone. Erica began to think that maybe that bulge in his pants was real. With that, she knelt down and unzipped his pants, pulled his pants and white briefs to his knees and gasped at what she saw. His cock, although as limp as a wet noodle, was enormous.

She said, “For being a little fuckin’ nerd, you’re hung like a rhino.” She then stood up and gently nudged his cock onto his stomach with her foot. With a loud feminine grunt, she lifted knee high in the air, about chest high, and stomped down on both of Andrew’s balls.

This time he whimpered, and started to say quietly “The answer to #1 is…”

“SHUT UP!! YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE!” Erica screamed at him, and then she smiled innocently and said “I’m having too much fun!” Then she proceeded to stomp on him again and again, and whenever she missed a little, she’d stomp on him and grind her foot down on his balls like she was putting out a cigarette.

She removed her foot from his groin and started to go to the table to get her books. While she was putting them away, she said to Andrew, “I’d better go home and study. Don’t wanna fail!”

Andrew answered, struggling to speak, “I’m gonna report you!”

Erica scoffed and replied “No, you won’t. You’ll be too embarrassed to admit that such a small, sweet girl kicked the shit out of you!” She giggled like a little toddler.

Andrew responded “I will too. I don’t have an image to defend.” Hearing those words sent a shiver up and down her spine. She’d miscalculated badly; Andrew was a total loser and would have no problem telling about what she’d done to him. And once he came forward, all the other guys she’s kicked the shit out of would probably come forward.

She had to find a way to keep him quiet, but how? Erica then went pale, and realized that she’d have to blow him if she had any chance of silencing him. She walked over to him, heels clacking on his floor, and she knelt between his legs. His cock was still in plain view, and she wasted no words or time, and she grabbed his cock and put as much of it in her mouth that would fit, which wasn’t a lot of it. It hardened in her mouth, and she skillfully blew Andrew, with him finally making the moaning noises she felt she should have heard earlier. Since Andrew had never had an orgasm before (not even from himself), it didn’t take him long to cum. He started to shake, buck, and jerk as he shot what seemed like gallons of semen in her mouth. Like the blowjob professional that she was, she easily swallowed everything in her mouth.

She wiped away what didn’t fit in her mouth, and tried to force a smile, saying, “Still feel like telling on me?”

Andrew, pretty much spent, shook his head no.

The broad smile returned to her face, she stood up quickly, and said “Good!” She pulled her right leg back again, and sent it forward to kick Andrew in the balls one more time. She saw that she caught him in the left nut with the toe of her pump, and it gave easily like she’d ruptured it. She wanted to ask him, but he tensed up and then passed out.

She went to the table, grabbed her books, and, with a huge smile on her face, said, “Thanks for helping me study” to an unconscious Andrew, and let herself out the door.

The End.

Derek and His Coworkers

By kneemynuts

**This is a work of fiction. If I duplicated any real names or events...I swear it's an accident!**

Derek had just been dumped by his long-time girlfriend, and he was crushed. He wasn’t acting like the happy-go-lucky guy that drew people to him. It had been two weeks and he was still brooding.

His coworkers, mostly females, were concerned about him so some of them dragged him out to a bar one night right after work. Maria, Christy, Anne, and Robin sat at a table with Derek, hoping to draw him out of his funk and back to himself.

Since they came right from work, they were all in business casual, more or less. Derek wore loose-fitting clothes, a simple collared shirt and slacks to hide to tall, lanky form. The women looked much better: Maria, a Latina, let her long dark hair cascade down the shoulders of her tight button-down blouse, her top barely containing her ample chest. Her miniskirt stopped just above her knees, showing off her sexy legs. She completed her look with black pumps with 3” heels. Christy was a blonde, and although she wasn’t drop-dead gorgeous, she was pretty cute. She wore black pants that were just tight enough to accentuate her curves without making her look fat. She wore a low cut long sleeve shirt that showed her cleavage, making any guy unconsciously stare. She was made a bit taller by black boots with a 4” heel and a little platform. Anne, the most attractive of the group, had her brownish-blonde hair stop at just above her shoulders. She wore a black tank top with a black blazer over it, and a very short miniskirt that turned the heads of every guy in the bar. Her long sexy legs were emphasized by her matching black pumps with a 3 ½” heel. Lastly, Robin had her red hair in a bun that was a little messy now that work was over. She dressed more modestly than the other women, wearing a sweater that didn’t exactly show off her figure. She had on a loose skirt that went down to her ankles and on her feet she wore sling-back black sandals with 2” heels.

After a few rounds and more than a few failed attempts at getting Derek to talk, Maria decided to up the ante a bit. She asked “Did you hear that story about that guy on the 2nd floor whose wife Krazy Glued his package to his body?” Derek looked up, a little startled; that got his attention.

Anne knew the story was nonsense, but realizing they had Derek’s attention quickly added “Yeah, he was cheating on her. So she got even.”

Robin added casually, “I would have just castrated him.”

Derek’s expression changed from being slightly startled to terrified. He said “Oh my God, are you guys serious?? I mean, he started it by cheating but…oh my god!” He shook his head while his friends laughed at his discomfort.

Christy said “Well, okay, I wouldn’t castrate him or glue him…I would just beat it.” She blushed a little when Derek stared at her, his mouth hanging open.

Maria said in a somewhat slurred voice “Yeah, then you could keep hurting him whenever you want.”

Derek let his gaze go to and from each of his coworkers, feigning shock. It was a very erotic desire of his; his ex busted him regularly and he was a member of many BB sites. And his coworkers were hot! He’d almost try anything to get them to bust him. Almost.

Just when he was about to change the subject, Anne, who was sitting next to him, stood up to go to the bathroom when she looked down and saw Derek’s growing erection through his pants. She gasped but the other girls were so happy watching Derek squirm that they didn’t seem to notice. She bent down and whispered in his ear “Meet me outside in 5 minutes.” He just nodded his head, not knowing what his friend was up to.

After a few more minutes of listening to the ladies’ CBT ideas, Derek decided it was time to see what Anne had in mind. He walked outside, and when she saw him she smiled sweetly. Anne then took his hand gently and led him a few feet away down a dark alley. She said, “I saw your pants. You liked what we were talking about.” She sauntered right up to him, getting so close their bodies touched. She wrapped her hands loosely around his neck and Derek didn’t back away from her; he thought she was hot, and he was a little drunk. She whispered in his ear, “I know you like it; I saw your name on the BB forum.” Derek started to explain when he was interrupted.

He said, “But how did- Ooomph!” Before he could finish his question, Anne pulled her hands tighter around his neck and kneed Derek hard in the balls.

She giggled and answered his unasked question “C’mon! BigTex?” She kneed him again, harder. “From New Jersey?” She kneed him again, and this time he fell to his knees in front of her, moaning in pain. She looked down at him, saying “You couldn’t have been more obvious! Now hold still.” With that, she took a slight step back and sent one of her sexy black pumps forward in a blur toward Derek’s balls. She connected perfectly, kicking him hard enough to lift him off the ground a little. Derek was paralyzed on the ground with the pain in his balls, but he looked at Anne’s legs and heels and didn’t mind staying there for a while…not that he had a choice; he couldn’t get up.

Anne knew he wasn’t going anywhere, too. She started to hit number on her cell phone and she put it to her ear, covering her other ear with her hand. Derek could hear what Anne was saying, but he had to strain. He heard “…He’s down now…yeah, you can come out now… (laughs) yeah, it’s gonna be a lot of fun.” She turned back to Derek, who was still on the ground, holding his aching nuts.

She smiled sympathetically at him, walked over to him, and put her hand on his cheek. She said to him “Come on, sweetheart! Now that that bitch is gone, we can give you more of what you need.” With that last part, she gently smacked his hands, which were covering his balls. “It may be a long night for you…but hopefully, it’s very good…”

To be continued…?

A Football Star, 2 Girls, and a Bet (part 1-2)

By kneemynuts

*This story is a total work of fiction. Any names, places, or anything else that may have been repeated is entirely coincidental. Oh yeah, and this story involves minors in semi-sexual situations. But if you go ahead and read this and you’re offended, as Redd Foxx used to say, “Fuck you, because you’re a dummy.” Enjoy the story! *

It was Saturday evening, and Eastern High School’s star running back, 16-year-old sophomore Timmy Williams had a lot to celebrate. He had helped Eastern win the Group 2 championship this afternoon; he had been voted the best high school running back in the entire state by every high school coaching staff in the group; his 5’11”, 180-pound muscular frame and clean-cut good looks won the admiration of many of his female schoolmates; his mastery of his studies made him well-liked by the faculty. Unfortunately, Timmy was so shy, he didn’t celebrate much of anything. In fact, if not for his handsomeness and incredible athleticism, he would have been unanimously considered a nerd.

On this particular night, as with every other Saturday night, the football team would have a huge party, with alcohol supplied by the team’s parents (a perk of being a state-championship-caliber football player). There would be many of the team’s classmates there, including some very attractive girls who were dressed to impress. And, as usual, Timmy planned on staying home. This time, however, the team wouldn’t be taking no for an answer; they wanted Timmy to join their fun. The captain added “Where would we be without you running the ball for us?” Since there was nothing that Timmy could do to argue, he decided to go. They told him the party started at around 9:30, but he could come whenever he wanted.

At 9:20pm, Timmy showed up at the captain’s house, where the party was to be. There were only the players there so far, and they all had a couple drinks already. All his teammates laughed when they saw him; Timmy never showed up late to anything. Eastern’s quarterback threw a lanky arm around Timmy’s shoulders. Timmy offered a simple smile and said “Hey guys”; he genuinely liked his teammates and actually enjoyed their company.

“Yo dude! Keg’s in the back and we got some Absolut in the fridge,” exclaimed the captain, attempting to ruffle Timmy’s short brown hair. Timmy half-chuckled, easily brushing aside his friend; Timmy was immensely strong.

He asked, “Uh…do you have any Coke?” The captain laughed and said “Sure, help yourself to whatever you want.” So he went into the refrigerator, grabbed a soda, and went over to the couch to sit by himself.

As the minutes became hours, more of Timmy’s schoolmates came, a lot of them very attractive girls. However, he never moved from the couch; he didn’t like talking to new people. He knew who everyone was, but these weren’t exactly the over-achieving brainiacs he had classes with. Many of the visitors would stop over by Timmy and tell him he had a great game and that he was awesome, but Timmy would just give them a half-hearted “Thanks.”

While he sat on the couch nursing the same soda he was drinking before, after his well-wishers left, two girls sat on the couch on either side of him. He glanced at them and immediately looked down to the floor; he’d never been in a position where he had been in such close proximity to girls who were so attractive. One of them had shoulder-length blonde hair, a slim athletic body, small but perky breasts, long chiseled legs, and very hypnotizing blue eyes. She wore a short halter-top that showed off her toned midsection, a black miniskirt that ended not even halfway to her knees, and black 3” heels that had criss-cross laces up her calf.

Her friend had brownish-blonde hair, a very curvaceous body, sexy green eyes, about a large C-cup chest, and powerful but sexy looking legs with hips and an ass that commanded the attention of every guy (except the shy Timmy) when she walked. She wore very short, tight jean shorts that barely hid the bottom of her ass, a tight tube top, and silver 4” spiked heels with a pointed toe.

The blonde spoke first, saying “Hey, aren’t you Timmy Williams?” Timmy, still looking at the floor answered “Yeah…that’s me.” Her friend said “You had a really good game yesterday. It was like no one could stop you.”

“Uh…thanks,” was Timmy’s only reply.

The blonde slid closer to Timmy so that her legs were touching his. She said, “I’m Susie” as she held her hand out to him. He took it gently and looked into her eyes, but his response was trapped in his throat because he had never seen eyes like hers before. While he was staring into Susie’s eyes, her friend slid closer so she was touching him too.

She said “And I’m Christa” with a big smile on her face. Timmy, noticing that he hadn’t given Susie a response and that he still had her hand, blushed.

He let her hand go, and looked at Christa, saying “Um…it’s really nice to meet both of you.” He sat back, looking down at the floor again, but he couldn’t control how attractive he thought they were…or his reaction to it. Realizing this fact, and wanting to get out of the situation anyway, he said “Uh…I think it’s…um…hot in here. I’m gonna go outside for some air,” and quickly stood up.

Susie stood up just as fast and quickly said “We’ll come with you, it’s hot as hell in here,” pulling Christa to her feet. Christa just looked at Timmy and smiled, almost laughing. Timmy, obviously startled answered “uh…okay.” So the girls followed Timmy out the door into the relatively fresh air.

“So, what else do you do besides sports?” asked Christa when they got outside.

Timmy just glanced at her and said, “Nothing really. Nothing interesting, I guess.”

Susie wrapped her arms around one of Timmy’s and put her head on his shoulder, answering, “I’m sure it isn’t as bad as you think. Humor us.”

Startled again, he tried to speak but his voice cracked. “Where the hell did all this come from?” he asked himself.

Christa did the same thing with his other arm and said, “Yeah, tell us.” With that, Timmy gave them an abbreviated list of all his accomplishments and things he does by himself.

“Cool,” said Susie, looking at Christa with a devilish grin. Christa did her best not to laugh, but she looked she was about to burst out laughing. Timmy didn’t even notice; he was looking down at the ground again.

Susie asked, “So you’re a football player and a wrestler?” She gave his muscular arm a squeeze and continued, “You must be pretty tough.” Christa giggled to herself as she watched her friend set up poor unsuspecting Timmy.

“Ever been kicked in the balls before?” Susie asked, trying to hide her smile.

Timmy blushed, and answered quietly, “No…uh…that’s never happened.”

Christa didn’t wait for her friend to keep going, and blurted out, “Do you think you could take a kick from each of us?”

“Oh my god, what is going on?” Timmy thought. But he said to her “I dunno, I have no idea what it feels like.”

Susie didn’t try to hide her grin anymore. She said, “Well, I’ll kick you, then Christa will. If you stay standing, we’ll tell everyone you’re dynamite in the sack.” Christa laughed loudly, and once again Timmy blushed.

Christa continued where her friend left off and said, “If you go down, you have to come back home with us and be our slave for the rest of the night.”

Timmy said, “That doesn’t sound like such a good idea. I mean, people would know you’re lying if you told them that. I don’t go out much.”

Susie stood in front of Timmy and grabbed his cock through his pants, replying, “Well, if you stay standing…” Timmy instantly realized what she meant by that, and reluctantly agreed.

Both girls giggled with glee. Susie took a few steps back and said “Ok, Timmy spread your legs a little bit, sweetie.” Timmy felt very awkward, but did as he was told. Susie said “I won’t hurt you too bad,” then without warning, she swung her leg back as far as it would go, then set her black high heeled feet forward in a blurry arc. It was a perfect kick, the instep of her foot smashing between Timmy’s legs and crushing both of his balls.

Timmy let out an incredible groan as he fell to the ground like a rock. He cradled his aching balls in his hands as he laid on the ground in fetal position, moaning to himself.

Susie started laughing triumphantly, saying, “You went down! Now you’re our slave!” However, Christa didn’t look as pleased as her blonde-haired friend. Susie stopped laughing when she saw Christa and asked, “What’s wrong with you?”

“I didn’t even get my turn,” Christa answered bitterly.

Susie answered, “Is that all? We have all night. Plus, since he went down, he’s our slave now.”

She turned to Timmy, who was still in agony on the ground, and said to him, “C’mon, my little sophomore, get up.” She started to help him up with Christa, and as he stood, his legs wobbled; he had never felt anything like that. Susie continued, “Now spread your legs again, it’s Christa’s turn.”

He tried to comply since he was pretty sure his night would get much worse if he argued. Before he could get his balance and establish a firm base, Christa’s foot was already on its way. Her pointy toe slammed viciously into his right testicle, giving Timmy the impression that she’d ruptured it. He went down again and started to feel like he was about to puke. He felt like he was about to cry; although he was incredibly shy and was often intimidated by speaking to people, he never wanted to cry before.

Christa said, “Let’s get him to your house. We can’t keep this up much longer or we’ll get caught out here.” She motioned to Susie and said, “Go get your car so we don’t have far to go. It doesn’t look he’ll be going that far.” Then both girls started to giggle like, well, schoolgirls.

Timmy thought “Wait…CAR?!” He managed to choke out a question, asking, “You… can… drive?”

Christa looked down at Timmy and smiled, answering “Of course, silly. We ARE seniors.”

SENIORS?!?!?!?! This was going to be a long night for Eastern’s star running back.

Part 2

As Timmy Williams sat in the back of Susie’s car, he was starting to feel a little light-headed. The feeling wasn’t caused by the two, thunderous kicks he had just received or because he was physically uncomfortable in the back seat. Timmy, simply, was terrified. He had no idea what these girls (SENIORS!!!) had planned for him…not that he didn’t have the means to find out; Susie and Christa were discussing what they were going to do, laughing and not making the effort to keep their plans a secret. Timmy was just too scared to listen. Not that he was a wuss; he had played in tons of high-pressure football games and wrestling meets. He just didn’t trust these girls who had, just a few minutes ago, destroyed him so easily.

Susie pulled her car up in front of Christa’s house, and both girls got out. Timmy was a little hesitant to join them, knowing that he was in for a long night. Susie and Christa waited by the car, looking in at him, staring really. Feeling uncomfortable, he got out and joined them. His balls still ached a little, but he could move, and Timmy, Susie, and Christa walked into the house.

“You know, I can do anything I want to you. My mother’s on a huge business trip and she says I can take care of myself,” Susie said to Timmy. Christa laughed mockingly when Timmy squirmed a little, and then she made her way towards him, her sexy hips moving from side to side. Timmy, although he was very shy, watched as she came. He was hypnotized by the way she sauntered, so mesmerized that he realized she stopped and put her hands on his shoulders only when her hips stopped moving. He looked to the floor quickly so their eyes wouldn’t meet, but he still wouldn’t have been able to stop what happened next. Although he was looking down, he never saw it coming as Christa kneed him viciously in the balls, then did it again before the pain could set in or before he could react. Timmy doubled over from the surprise but the pain only took a few seconds to hit him like a ton bricks. He fell to the floor, cradled his balls in his hands, and curled himself into fetal position.

Both girls gave each other a playful hug, holding on to keep each other standing as they were laughing very hard. For a couple of minutes, the room was filled with noise; the girls laughing and Timmy groaning.

Both girls had recovered slightly, and started to make their way over to Timmy, who was still on the floor. Susie prodded him with her right heel gently, and said “Damn, Christa, you really nailed him.” She moved her black high heel so it was by his chest, and then nudged him onto his back with it.

She smiled innocently at him and asked “Are you okay?” Surprisingly, he nodded; he was used to lying about how he felt physically, since he’d been a football player and a wrestler. When he said that, Christa trotted over, being careful not to fall in her silver pumps.

They both said at the same time, as if they rehearsed it, “Well, then get up!”

Wobbly, Timmy got to his feet, his legs very shaky under him. He kept a hand covering his crotch so he wouldn’t be on the wrong end of a surprise assault on his balls. He stood there, carefully watching both of them when he thought to himself, “I’m a football player and a wrestler and I’m getting beat up by girls!” His shyness vanished, and it was replaced by aggression. He suddenly charged, going after the first girl he saw, which happened to be Christa. Like the seasoned wrestler he was, Timmy took her down with ease and pinned her to the floor. Christa, unable to move, was terrified – what was this guy going to do? Before anything could be decided, Timmy felt a hand on both of his balls. Oh shit! The hand tightened and pulled, forcing Timmy to move.

“Get the fuck off her, asshole!” Susie screamed as she twisted slightly. Timmy was in so much pain he could barely scream. Susie felt how weak Timmy was, and she let go a little, only to clamp back down on his balls with both hands. He was starting to pass out when Susie was thinking about letting him go, and lucky for her, she did. The instant she did, Timmy retched violently, making a mess on the floor.

The girls forced him to keep it up when he had the ability to move, which wasn’t for a long while. He was on his hands and knees when both Christa and Susie stood over him.

Christa spoke up first saying, “You know, we still own you.” She glanced over at her friend then continued, “Take your shirt off for us.”

Timmy, knowing he was defeated and would only prolong his misery if he disobeyed, complied. He revealed his muscular body, and Susie and Christa wasted no time, touching his body immediately. His shyness returned, and he turned red. While they were feeling him up, Christa slid behind him, and held his hands behind his back. Susie, smiling devilishly, drove her knee up in a blur between Timmy’s legs, and then did it again…and again…and again. Christa, not being strong enough to hold this huge athlete, let him drop to the floor.

Christa walked around to the front, and caressed his face, starting to feel a little bad for him. She said, “Just a few more and we’ll take you home, ok?”

Timmy, who had tears in his eyes, nodded his confirmation.

Susie, grabbing him under his arms, picked him up slowly. “Spread ‘em a little,” Christa said to Timmy as she put her hands on shoulders. As soon as he did, she kneed him in the balls, very hard. The kneed him over and over, and after about six she stopped, stepped back and kicked him with her pointy-toed pumps, hitting him dead on. Timmy’s body went limp and he passed out. Susie let him fall to the floor in a heap.

Both girls stood over Timmy’s unconscious form, Susie smiling triumphantly. She looked over at her friend, saying “Same time next week?”

Christa returned the smile and replied, “Hell yeah! What party?”

Susie answered, “Well, I always had a thing for soccer players…”

The End……???

The Life of Jim: Amanda’s Persuasive Skills

By Knee My Balls

This is my first BB story written, so comments are more than welcome. Maybe a follow-up will come when I have some time. Until then I hope you enjoy!

The doorbell rang at precisely 5:30PM.

Amanda, Jims "would-be-ex-mother-in-law", had called Jim some days ago and asked him if she could pay him a visit today to talk about his recent dumping of his girlfriend (and Amanda's daughter), Eve. At first Jim had said no, because he couldn’t see any point in discussing this with Eves mother, but Amanda had somehow talked him into it, and in the end of their conversation he had agreed to invite her today at 5:30PM. Maybe Amanda could better explain Eve, why he had decided to dump her. So here he was, at his own apartment for two years now, and just about to open the door.

"Hi son,” Amanda said with a wicked glint in her eyes, as Jim opened the door. Amanda was still dressed in her work uniform. She worked as a stewardess on American Airlines continental flights, and had just leaved from work. Amanda was 39 years old and still a very attractive lady with a body to die for, beautiful face with sparkling eyes and just the right make-up to emphasize her feminine look, she had long slim legs and at least a C or D-cup. And she knew how to dress like a lady! Jim had never been disappointed when he saw her, and today was no exception. Black high heeled pumps, black stockings, a short blue skirt and a matching shirt which could not hide her nice round breasts, especially not now where she had unbuttoned the upper buttons and her breasts kind of popped out.

"Hi Amanda, come on in,” Jim responded. In the time just before his breakup with Eve he had called her mom since she always called him son, as she apparently still did, but he had broken up with Eve and had no intentions of getting back with her, so for him Amanda was no longer any mother to him.

Amanda followed Jim into the living room where Jim had set up some quick dinner. He had not eaten yet himself and thought Amanda might also be a little hungry.

"Oh, how nice of you to make dinner. I’ve had such a busy day with almost no time to eat, you must be clairvoyant to see how hungry I am, dear,” Amanda said with gleam in her eyes as she set down her purse beside a chair and sat herself elegant sideways on the chair with crossed legs, showing off her nicely curved legs wrapped in the sexy black stockings and making the skirt ride up a little longer. Jim gulped, and could not help himself from staring at her legs. He had always been fascinated by women’s legs, especially when they were in stockings or pantyhose which gave the legs such a feminine look...and sometimes gave him a boner!

He was quickly back to reality and lowered himself on the chain opposite of Amanda and said, hoping she had not caught him staring. "Oh! It’s really nothing, just some quick food. I haven’t eaten myself so it’s really no big deal.”

Amanda smiled one of her winning-smiles. "Oh, you’re such a nice boy Jim, always polite, newer giving yourself the credit you have earned. I always liked you Jim, you’re such a good person always pleasing your relatives, I think you are the best son-in-law any woman can dream of.”

"Well, thank you for the nice words, but as you know I have broken up with Eve,” Jim said.

Amanda sighed. "Yes I know you did Jim, and that’s also why I wanted to talk to you today. I know you made a wrong decision that you soon will regret, so actually I am doing you a big favor by coming here. But lets eat first, then we can talk.” Amanda looked Jim straight in the eyes as she said this, which made him a little unease and he tried to avoid her eyes and instead looked down...down at her feet, giving Jim full view of her perfect size 8s as she dangled her pumps on the tip of her toes. God how he would love to hold those feet in his hands and massage them! "Ohhh, do my feet smell, dear? You keep looking at them. I am sorry; they have been trapped in these pumps all day, so they need a little air.”

Jim knew he was caught and tried to excuse himself, "Oh, no! I mean...eeerrh....they don’t smell, I just.....you have really nice feet, I didn’t mean to stare, I was just thinking.”

"Ohh, I see....well lets have something to eat, then you can think some more.” Amanda let her pumps drop to the floor and positioned herself straight on the chair.

"I hope you don’t mind me taking off the shoes, my feet really need some air.”

"No, it’s OK,” Jim replied and began to eat.

Suddenly Jim felt something between his legs and didn’t have to wonder long about what it was as it was a feeling of warm nylons riding up his legs. "Well dear, maybe it was about time that you tell me why my daughter is not good enough for you,” Amanda started.

"Well, I just don’t think she’s the right one for me. Eve’s a nice girl, but I don’t love her anymore.”

"Like you mean she can’t turn you on anymore?”

“Well, yeah, I mean she never dresses like a woman and she doesn’t....well....our sex is not so good.” Jim became red in face as he laid out these details on their relationship for Eve’s mother. Why did he say these things!?

"I see,” Amanda sighed and let her foot rest on the chair between the legs of Jim. "Maybe it’s my fault in raising up Eve. I never shown her how to dress or behave in means company, in a way she’s still my little daughter, even though she’s 20 now. But I think time has come for a change. I will talk with her, and then you take her back and give her all your loving.” Amanda stretched out her foot and let it rest on Jim’s crotch.

Jim nearly spit out his food, and could not stop the growing erection in his pants. "But I wont take her back,” Jim said as Amanda started rubbing her foot back and forth on his crotch, which did not make his erection smaller. "We have split up, and now its time to go on with our lives - separately."

"Don’t you like what my feet are doing to you now Jim....?” Amanda seductively whispered as she increased the speed of her rubbing. Jim now had a clearly hard-on and breathed faster and heavy. The feeling of her warm nylon covered feet rubbing against his dick was a huge turn-on for him, something he never experienced before. If she continued this amazing action with her feet, he would soon end blowing his load in his pants.

"Yesss....but,” Jim began and was cut-off by Amanda.

"Then you have really good reasons to reconsider your decision about Eve....I can teach her a few things you know....."

Jim started to roll his eyes but his dick had not taken all his brain capacity, and Jim said, "Amanda... please, you are really a sexy woman, but I can’t take her back - its over.”

Amanda stopped her footjob and withdrew her foot. "I don’t think you quite understand me sweetie, I am not actually asking you to take back Eve, I am saying YOU ARE TAKING HER BACK!” On her last words she let her foot fly forward.....straight into Jim’s groin. Before Jim could react she had withdrawn her foot and sent it flying forward again into his balls.

Jim’s eyes bulged out and he burst out, "My balls! Ohhhh, you kicked my balls!” Jim could not believe this was happening, first she had given him a nice footjob and now he was in a pain only a man could understand.

In natural instinct he had clamped his legs together, avoiding further blows to his sore balls, but he was in great pain from the two blows he had already taken. His hands cupped his groin and he started breathing quickly.

Amanda smiled wickedly at Jim and his expressions of pain "Now I think you understand me better sweetie. I think I have your full attention now.” Amanda again sat sideways on the chain and extended her leg in the air. "I guess you newer knew how much pleasure and pain these legs could give you,” she said as she ran her hands up and down her stockings, knowing exactly how sexy she looked in a mans point of view. "And unless you don’t want more pain I suggest you take back Eve!"

Jim tried to get up from his chair and with some pain managed to get up "You are fucking crazy,” he muttered, "I am not taking back your daughter!”

Amanda smiled at Jim and raised herself from her seat "Oh sweetie, you really look to be in great pain, spread you legs a little so your balls can have some air.”

Without thinking Jim spread his legs a little, and it actually did feel a little better. His head was still lowered and he saw the sexy stocking feet of Amanda as she approached him and placed her hands on his shoulders "Sweetie, you are WRONG!,” In the nanosecond that followed Jim almost knew what was coming, but had no time to avoid it. With her hands clamped tightly around his shoulders she held him down and at the same time pistoned her knee up....straight into his balls.

Jim registered it all in slow-motion as her knee accelerated from the floor till the short feeling of her sexy stockings gliding up against the inner part of his legs, before it made direct contact with his balls. His balls were totally crushed between her knee and his pelvic bone and he was lifted up on his toes from the force of the blow. Amanda did not lower her knee, but kept it in place, so Jim could not drop down but instead felt the ball-crushing feeling of her stocking clad knee as he tried to stand with his feet planted on the ground. Jim opened his mouth, but nothing came out, except for some strange sounds.

"Uhhhhh, that was a good one, right sweetie,” Amanda grinned. "Now you really know the power of the female knee! I bet you regret right now, that you were born as a man with those dangling fruits hanging between your legs. I am surely happy to be a woman and have the delight of busting means balls! It is soooo stress-relieving! And it has a dramatic effect on convincing men to do as I wish! Am I right or am I right?”

Jim was still pinned on the end of Amanda’s knee and was in a great deal of pain. All his strength seemed to have left his body and all he wanted to do right now was collapse on the floor. To make things worse, Amanda grinded her knee around in this balls and laughed, "Oooohh, threes nothing more satisfying for a woman to see a man in ball pain caused by herself.” She lowered her knee and commanded "Get down on your knees!,” although she knew she didn’t have to say this. Jim’s body was limp, and he sank to the floor at her feet, where he curled up in a ball. He saw her sexy stockinged feet through tear-filled eyes of pain, and could not believe such sexy feet and legs could so easily bring him down at her feet in such pain.

After a minute he muttered, "Ohh, you crushed my balls....”

Amanda laughed. "Don’t you know your own balls better than that, sweetie? They are not crushed yet, only been beaten up a little! Believe me, if they were crushed you wouldn’t have any doubt about it, and I know this, because I crushed some sets in my life...all those pervert business-men on the flights.....and your father’s...”

Jim was stunned by the last words and Amanda saw his expression "Ohhh, your father never told you, did he!” Jim knew his father and Amanda had gone to the same high-school and he also knew his father had one of his balls surgically removed, because of some illness, he had been told.

"Well Jim, your father didn’t behave quite nice to me at the school prom, so I gave him what every woman would have done - a hard knee to his balls! Then I followed up with a kick and that’s when I felt something burst. Of course I wasn’t so experienced in ball-kicking then, actually I didn’t mean to do permanent damage, but that episode gave me a little more experience.” Jim was shaken. That explained why his father had always been acting strange when Eve’s parents had gatherings with his own.

"Now sweetie, it is time for you to say the words I want to hear, unless you have not had enough yet.” Jim shook his head. "Wrong move, sweetie,” Amanda said and grabbed each of his legs in her hands and placed her foot between his legs on this groin. "You better talk so I do not misunderstand you. It would be such a shame if I should pulverize your balls due to a misunderstanding, right?”

Jim’s eyes grew wide as he saw the coldness in her eyes. She meant it. She increased the pressure on his balls by pulling his legs and he could feel his balls flatten under her stocking soles. Jim cried now, "Please.....don’t crush my balls....I’ll do it, whatever you say!! Please stop...”

Amanda eased the pressure and lightened up. "Good boy! Another set of balls are rescued!”

Jim didn’t care about anything right now. If he should date Eve again it wouldn’t be the end of the world and he would still have his balls intact. Jim slowly sat up and looked up at Amanda who smiled seductively back at him and let her hand rest on her groin.

She continued, "Breaking a man makes me so HOT....so superior.....it makes me so fucking wet. I think you need to find out exactly how wet I am!” On her last words she placed her stocking feet in his face and pushed him back on the floor. She then zipped down her skirt and slipped of her panties, standing left in only stockings and shirt.

"You are going to taste my sweetness now, and you better get used to it, because in future you are going to service both me and Eve. So this is training for your own good.” She then lowered herself on Jims face with her pussy one inch from his mouth. Her pussy was clearly wet and it smelled wonderful.

"LICK!” Amanda commanded and Jim began lapping at her juicy pussy. "Uhhh, that’s good son, just the right spot!” Amanda moaned and grinded her pussy all over Jims face. It didn’t take long before an orgasm built up inside her and she exploded in a fluid of pussy juices running down Jims cheeks and clamped her legs shakingly together on Jims head. "Very good son, I can’t wait for you to do more of this..."

Amazingly this whole thing had given Jim another erection, though his balls were still quite sore. Amanda saw his erection and seductively whispered in his ear, "I think we need to take care of that one, you know my feet can also be very pleasant...” She unbuttoned his jeans, sat herself beside Jim and placed one foot on each side of his hard-on. Then she began jerking her stockinged feet up and down his shaft to the moaning Jims pleasure. She was a true expert in using her feet on a man’s dick and shifted between slow and fast, soft and hard stroking of his dick, knowing exactly how far he was from coming.

"You know son, in the future you will have much more of this....can you imagine Eve in sexy stockings doing this to you.....or have a taste of her juicy fresh pussy.....” Jim could not hold on any longer and exploded in a giant cumshot, all over himself and Amanda’s stockinged feet.

"Ohhhh, such a big load! You young ones are sooo full!” she grinned.

A few minutes went by and Amanda said "Okay son, I am glad we cleared things up. Now after I have left you will call Eve and tell her how sorry you are for being such an asshole, and tell her how much you miss her. And I will teach her some things about being a woman so you wont be able to recognize her next time you come...understood?” Jim nodded. After all it couldn’t be that bad.

Amanda slipped of her cum-soaked stockings and left them on the floor. "Keep them as a souvenir,” she said as she got her skirt back on and found her pumps and purse. Jim got up on his feet and followed her to the door. Just as she left her back on him she kicked her heel backwards, right in Jim’s groin. Once again she caught him dead-on and Jim once again found his way to the floor as he heard her laugh, "Just couldn’t resist it Jim! Balls are so tender when they have just been drained...” and then he heard the sound of her pumps click-clack fading away.