I'm not really into family ballbusting, but Caligula's stories are so fantastic that I swore if I ever wrote another story I'd give it this theme. I dedicate this to Caligula's Aunt Theresa, and I look forward to her getting her own story.
Toby Goodwin was what you might call a prankster. Despite having reached his fifteenth birthday, he showed no signs of maturing, and liked nothing better than to wind people up – prank phone calls, whoopee cushions, and the rest of it. This earned him some popularity with the boys at school and probably prevented him from being bullied by them. The girls on the other hand found him an “annoying little tosser” and tended to avoid or ignore him. This didn't bother Toby though, as he didn't seem to have developed any attraction to the opposite sex at all yet. However, he was aware that most of the other boys' hormones were raging and that they could think of little else. He'd seen them rubbing themselves up against the fence while they watched the older girls playing netball in their green, pleated mini skirts and watching gym practice through a crack in the wall of the sports hall. In fact, Toby had become quite unpopular for a while after his mother, who was headmistress and English/PE teacher at his school, had had the crack filled in and all female sports moved inside. He'd even heard his mother say to one of his aunts that the girls didn't do gym anymore, but more “useful” lessons in “day-to-day survival” and “self-assertion”.
Anyway, Toby had eventually regained his popularity, albeit by dubious means. He'd taken clandestine pictures of his sister's breasts while she was asleep on the sofa one night and posted them on the internet for his classmates! He knew that his sister, Ruth, more than any other girl at school could drive the boys crazy. She'd once played a cheerleader in a stupid school assembly and Toby had looked across to see a whole row of barely concealed erections in the boys' trousers as Ruth bounced and kicked, and bounced and kicked. She'd inherited her mother supple, athletic frame, but had grown several inches beyond the latter's 5ft 7. Her sexuality was larger than life, and even some of the male teachers had seemed embarrassed by her dance, shuffling nervously with their hands in their pockets.
While the boys were intially grateful for the pictures, now they wanted more. If Toby could get them photos of Ruth's breasts, surely he could arrange for them to touch or squeeze them, was their view. Toby thought about this – it seemed to him that his sister enjoyed male attention. He'd seen her stopping in front of a group of 5 boys to slowly inch up her opaque black tights with her fingertips from ankle to calf to knee to thigh and clearly relishing their transfixed gaze; he'd seen her reaching extra far into her locker so that boys could get a tantalizing glimpse of her buttocks; and a classmate had once half bragged, half complained that her foot had brushed his thigh when she crossed her legs opposite him in the canteen. Even so, Toby reckoned Ruth just liked the control she had over boys, and doubted whether she would really be willing to let them touch her. Still, he mused, it might be a laugh to lead some of the boys on. It would be good to piss his sister off, as well. In fact, she seemed to be constantly narky at present. She had had numerous rows with her mother, who despaired at her flirtatious nature and the short skirts she wore to school. Charlotte Goodwin, their mother, had been abandoned by her second husband 6 months earlier, which meant there was a lot of pent-up tension in her too.
It didn't take long for Toby to select his victim. Darren Wadely was not only a bully, who would barge into girls and who swaggered around stinking of aftershave like he was 25, but his mother was a pain in the arse too. She was a councillor and often came in to talk about boring stuff like not dropping litter and respecting women. No wonder Darren turned out to be such a macho turd. When Toby had whispered to Darren about having arranged a “private groping”, the latter fell silent for a few seconds before a grin spread across his face that suggested he had suspected all along that he was God's gift to women and that this invitation was just the final confirmation.
Toby led the way up to Ruth's attic bedroom, whispering last instructions to Darren, and ignoring Ruth's order “to stuff off, flabby arse”. Darren was starting to feel slightly less confident, as he reached the top step and the smells of a young woman's room filled his nostrils. He could see a sports skirt thrown onto the back of an armchair, on top of a flowery dress and some jeans. Then he saw Ruth and nearly choked. She was sitting on her sofa reading in her sky blue school blouse, with her opaque nylon-clad legs crossed towards him. The knee of the top leg peeked out through the split in her navy blue skirt. Her toe flexed gently in a way that would have been hypnotic had it not clearly indicated impatience. Her ankle began to knock softly, but repeatedly against the coffee table in front of her. “You've got 10 seconds to get out of here ”, she warned, tightening her top leg by pulling the toes back towards the sofa. The sleek bulge of her calf dominated the room, and seemed almost to dare the onlooker to stroke it. However, the way her foot was still rocking, almost imperceptibly and despite the tightness of her crossed legs, gave the impression of a spring loaded trap that could go off at any moment. Toby knew Ruth's bark was worst than her bite, but wanted to soften her up to convince Darren he really did have a shot at her “melons”, as he called them.
"Come on Roo, we need help with some homework", Toby whined.
"If you don't get out right now .....I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget", she replied indifferently and without looking up from her novel. Darren could just about read the title, it was Wilt on High ... by Tom Sharpe. God, her legs were impossibly smooth, the black nylon just made them smoother, look at the way the mesh is stretched over the knee cap.
"But we're going to fail....and we'll have to repeat ....and you know what that means", Toby went on.
"Everyone will know what a loser you are?", Ruth offered, uncrossing her legs and crossing them away from Darren's gaze. She spent a couple of seconds seemingly arranging her skirt in such a way that her upper thighs would not be exposed, but it seemed to Toby as if she was actually trying to achieve the opposite.
"No, no. Well, maybe they will, but .....it also means that I'll still be at school when you do your A-levels"
"No way!"
"Yeah, so you better help us".
"Oh God, why did I get such a spanner for a brother?", raising her eyes to the ceiling and allowing DArren to take an even cheekier peek at her athletic limbs. Not for long though, as she sprang to her feet, keen to get this over with. "Which subject?"
"Err,..... biology", Toby mumbled.
"Science? But I thought you liked all that geeky shit".
"Well ....this is different, it's not chemistry".
"Biology, though? Biology's easy. Animals, plants, chlorophyll. It's dead easy"
"I suppose so, but we're doing ....errr. ..reproduction....and it's really....errr. interesting, but....it's not very realistic"
"It's about as real as it will ever be for you, you little gimp. You should enjoy it while you can". Toby glimpsed the back cover of the novel on the sofa, it seemed to depict, in cartoon form, an angry woman causing a soldier a great deal of pain. He couldn't see what was happening exactly, but the soldier's eyes were bulging out of his head.
"Well, we were thinking ..... you know that thing you once said", Toby nodded to Darren, eventually at least, as the latter was still spellbound by Ruth's solid, but shapely legs.
"You know...that thing we once" he went on more quietly, drawing her in, so that she turned almost fully towards him.
Darren knew this was his cue and stepped over swiftly and grabbed Ruth's left breast through her blouse and bra. He let out a groan of genuine desire.
Ruth flinched, and knocked his hand away. "I knew it, I knew it". She rearranged her blouse. " I knew you were bloody up to something. Biology lessons! Well, here's a biology lesson, Wadely"
She lifted her skirt to an inch below her pants, and just when DArren thought she would go the final inch, there was a flash, the swish of nylon and the sense of a thundering blow which had raised his whole body. After a second of shock, nausea flowed downwards to his groin and he slumped to his knees, palms helplessly pressed against his genitals. As he struggled to breathe, Ruth's skirt, then blouse, then face came into view. She was beaming. "Those are your testicles, Wadely. And whenever you touch a girl where you just touched me, she will kick them. I mean, any girl will kick a boy who does that, but a slimey shit like you?... She'll want to kick those balls out of their bag".
Darren was whimpering, sniffling. Toby, who had intially been amused, started to feel uncomfortable. "It was just a joke, sis'"
"What? This was your idea? ..... Is that what you're saying?" Her anger slowly gave way to a Cheshire cat smile. "Oh, this is sweet. This is .... so perfect".
"Yeah, it's funny", Toby chuckled nervously, unsure what she meant.
Sonntag, 29. November 2009
Samstag, 28. November 2009
Backfired pt. 2
"I've always thought, no, I'll get grounded, mum won't give me my allowance. It's not worth it. But now...after this". She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back against the hard wall. Toby was confused to feel her hands reach behind his legs, find his buttocks and start to lift him up the wall. She rested his right leg on a small circular table that had a small plant on it.
"I'm pretty sure you can't do this, Ruth. It's not right".
"It'll be alright now, mum won't mind. She'll be on my side, she'll probably help me, she'll probably bring you along to PE lessons".
"Eh? You're not making any sens... oooohhhh ......-aaaarrggggh..."
Ruth had cut short his question by driving her cheerleader's knee into Toby's balls so forcefully and at such an angle that she had launched his body off the table, which now toppled over, and he shot up the wall like a bucked rodeo rider. As gravity brought him down, Ruth held her knee in position. His nuts landed directly on her kneecap and the weight of his own body was now complicit in his destruction. He had no way of even beginning to soothe his pounding scrotum. Ruth had his arms pinned down to the high windowsill and he was completely at her mercy, of which she clearly felt little. Toby was so winded, so shocked, that he could only emit a voiceless scream. He felt the edges of his vision turning dark. "You better get used to this", taunted Ruth, "because when I tell my friends what you two did here tonight, they're all going to want a shot at these pills". She emphasized "these pills" by rubbing her knee between them. Toby, meanwhile, felt like he'd taken pills. Nauseous with pain, faint with the shock, his body went limp and Ruth let him slide off her knee and onto the carpet.
She was euphoric. Never again would she have to put up with Toby's shit. Everytime he so much as looked at her she could reduce him to the useless sack of potatoes he was at that moment with a simple kick, knee or 360 degree balltwist. And speaking of "useless sacks", if she attacked his ballsack often enough, maybe he could make him completely ....what was the word they'd learnt in biology with Miss Sullivan .... infertile. She savoured this prospect for a few moments before suddenly she became aware of a slight squelching sound coming from the sofa. She turned and immediately screamed ....... with disgust. Darren had made a recovery and, having also freed his penis from his flies, was pumping it clumsily, while leering at the legs Ruth had just been using to such devastating effect .
"What is it, dear? What's the matter?" came a frantic voice from the landing. "Oh God, mum"., Ruth replied. " You don't want to see this, it's so ...... totally... gross". Far from deterring Charlotte Goodwin, Ruth's words seemed to make her rush up all the quicker, as fast as her heels would allow, in fact. "You've not spilt anything in there, have you?" came the worried question from the stairs. On entering the attic room, Charlotte came to a complete standstill. "What's happene..... why is Toby.....is he alright?" She stooped a little and saw he was breathing. "Er....., we had a little fight", explained Ruth, losing her earlier confidence. "But he's unconscious....Ruth? What's been ...oh..hello....Who are you? .....wait ...what are you doing?....Oh lord...look away Ruth...oh...that's disgusting". Darren had been trying to get his erect member back into his trousers, but with no success, as he was struggling with the erection of a lifetime. "It was both of them, mum", Ruth started, embarrassed, and sounding upset. "They tried .....thet tried to feel my bre..asts".
At this point, something strange happened. Her mother's angry disbelief seemed to slowly give way to amused relief. "Did they now.....and that's why Toby is out cold". Ruth insisted that it had been self-defense. "I'm sure it was, dear", Charlotte reassured her. "You know, it's a shame, I thought I'd brought Toby up to be different from his father. That lecherous little... I saw the way he used to look at you....he probably thought you were fair game as his stepdaughter. Well, after what your aunty Heidi and I did to him he won't be looking at anyone that way again." This was news to Ruth, who had just been glad that the sleazy Tom was out of their lives.She smiled at her mum, and looked forward to hearing the details later, especially as she knew her aunty had once hospitalised an attacker.
"Well, Ruth", Charlotte said, putting her folders down on the sofa, "looks like you've made a start, but there's still a lot of work to be done here". Ruth knew her mother as a serious authority figure, but all of a sudden there seemed to be a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Let's start with Wadely the wanker here", she said in a teasing voice while pulling him up by his arm. Ruth giggled while Darren made nervous protestations, "I'll tell my mum, miss....I'll tell her everything". Charlotte seemed unimpressed by this. "I know your mother, Wadely. She's been coming to my night school classes for over a year.....push him up against the bookshelf, Ruth". Charlotte was hitching up her long Thai skirt when she asked, "Do you know what she's been learning, Wadely? ......You may as well pull his trousers down, Ruth". "I don't know, miss. Probably something about women" he muttered contemptuously. "You need to learn some respect for women, Darren, especially your mother", Charlotte has raised her skirt high enough for him to see the reinforced fawn nylon at the top of her thighs, "she told me you keep pornographic magazines under your bed, is that right?". Charlotte raised a flirtatious eyebrow, and repeated the question when Darren refused to answer. "You see, your mother told me she's scared to be alone in the house with a son who is so sex-crazed....and that's why she came to me..so I can teach her......". Charlotte swept the rounded toe of her high heel under Darren's radar and into his exposed balls, "...THIS!", she shouted on impact. However, Darren showed no signs of dropping, and despite the shoes, Charlotte could feel she had mostly kicked the loose skin around testicles. She was a woman annoyed by any inefficiency and this was no exception. Ruth piped up, full of eagerness,"I think you have to trap them against the pelvis, mum. If you really want to crush them bad". "Thank you, dear, but I think I've done this often enough to know the basics..I was just getting warmed up"
Charlotte decided her knee might be more effective, it would certainly be easier to keep her balance if she had a tight hold of Wadely while she struck. She came in close. The mesh of her nylon clad upper leg rubbing against the inside Darren's panicking, trembling thigh. "You actually have to aim to knee him under his balls, mum....that's what Miss Sullivan says, anyway". "That's good advice" agreed Charlotte, "that way your balls will go splat, Darren....all over the place", her dangly earrings rocked as she pretended to react to an explosion. "You see Ruth, I grab the pervert that exposed himself in your own bedroom, pin him to the bookcase like so, and pulverise his testicles with a well......ooooffffff!" Charlotte's knee had gone too far under - she had struck one of the shelves, causing it to splinter. Now she was really vexed, and before Ruth could issue any more tips she had pulled Wadely towards her and smashed his balls with the kind of knee strike a lumberjack's wife would have been proud of. But she didn't stop there. As Darren's body attempted to curl up, she pushed him back by the throat and aimed her toe with cynical precision directly at his left testicle, jabbing it like a trapped animal. Darren's body jerked in agony, his lungs let out a shriek. Ruth had been agog, amazed by these latest devastating strikes, but now she realized she had to cover Darren's mouth and prevent him from collapsing before the lesson was over. She got in behind him and pushed her left knee into his back while pulling on both his wrists to straighten him up, .
Toby was woozily rousing from a troubled sleep. He first became aware of a dull slapping sound.....with a kind of muffled whimpering echo. Again. There it was again. He sensed movement nearby. Was he at camp? Where was he? Why was he on a carpet. He rolled onto his other side and found it hard to focus. There seemed to be a controlled commotion. It was something shocking and familar at the same time. Then he started....his mother...his own mother was taking three step run-ups to alternately kick her shin, ankle and toe into a naked boy's privates. Meanwhile his sister had the boy .... wasn't that Wadely?.....round his neck, and was looking a bit miffed. "I'm sorry, dear, but I promised his mother I'd do it properly if I ever got the chance. But don't worry, I don't think Toby will have learnt his lesson yet". Toby saw a smile spread across his sister's face. "As long as you don't completely mash him", Charlotte's incoming knee put an added stress on the word 'mash', "because I think it's only fair Mrs Wadely has a crack at him too.... after what I've done to her son". They looked at Darren's bright red ballsack and laughed...and Toby tried to force himself back into the world of dreams............
"I'm pretty sure you can't do this, Ruth. It's not right".
"It'll be alright now, mum won't mind. She'll be on my side, she'll probably help me, she'll probably bring you along to PE lessons".
"Eh? You're not making any sens... oooohhhh ......-aaaarrggggh..."
Ruth had cut short his question by driving her cheerleader's knee into Toby's balls so forcefully and at such an angle that she had launched his body off the table, which now toppled over, and he shot up the wall like a bucked rodeo rider. As gravity brought him down, Ruth held her knee in position. His nuts landed directly on her kneecap and the weight of his own body was now complicit in his destruction. He had no way of even beginning to soothe his pounding scrotum. Ruth had his arms pinned down to the high windowsill and he was completely at her mercy, of which she clearly felt little. Toby was so winded, so shocked, that he could only emit a voiceless scream. He felt the edges of his vision turning dark. "You better get used to this", taunted Ruth, "because when I tell my friends what you two did here tonight, they're all going to want a shot at these pills". She emphasized "these pills" by rubbing her knee between them. Toby, meanwhile, felt like he'd taken pills. Nauseous with pain, faint with the shock, his body went limp and Ruth let him slide off her knee and onto the carpet.
She was euphoric. Never again would she have to put up with Toby's shit. Everytime he so much as looked at her she could reduce him to the useless sack of potatoes he was at that moment with a simple kick, knee or 360 degree balltwist. And speaking of "useless sacks", if she attacked his ballsack often enough, maybe he could make him completely ....what was the word they'd learnt in biology with Miss Sullivan .... infertile. She savoured this prospect for a few moments before suddenly she became aware of a slight squelching sound coming from the sofa. She turned and immediately screamed ....... with disgust. Darren had made a recovery and, having also freed his penis from his flies, was pumping it clumsily, while leering at the legs Ruth had just been using to such devastating effect .
"What is it, dear? What's the matter?" came a frantic voice from the landing. "Oh God, mum"., Ruth replied. " You don't want to see this, it's so ...... totally... gross". Far from deterring Charlotte Goodwin, Ruth's words seemed to make her rush up all the quicker, as fast as her heels would allow, in fact. "You've not spilt anything in there, have you?" came the worried question from the stairs. On entering the attic room, Charlotte came to a complete standstill. "What's happene..... why is Toby.....is he alright?" She stooped a little and saw he was breathing. "Er....., we had a little fight", explained Ruth, losing her earlier confidence. "But he's unconscious....Ruth? What's been ...oh..hello....Who are you? .....wait ...what are you doing?....Oh lord...look away Ruth...oh...that's disgusting". Darren had been trying to get his erect member back into his trousers, but with no success, as he was struggling with the erection of a lifetime. "It was both of them, mum", Ruth started, embarrassed, and sounding upset. "They tried .....thet tried to feel my bre..asts".
At this point, something strange happened. Her mother's angry disbelief seemed to slowly give way to amused relief. "Did they now.....and that's why Toby is out cold". Ruth insisted that it had been self-defense. "I'm sure it was, dear", Charlotte reassured her. "You know, it's a shame, I thought I'd brought Toby up to be different from his father. That lecherous little... I saw the way he used to look at you....he probably thought you were fair game as his stepdaughter. Well, after what your aunty Heidi and I did to him he won't be looking at anyone that way again." This was news to Ruth, who had just been glad that the sleazy Tom was out of their lives.She smiled at her mum, and looked forward to hearing the details later, especially as she knew her aunty had once hospitalised an attacker.
"Well, Ruth", Charlotte said, putting her folders down on the sofa, "looks like you've made a start, but there's still a lot of work to be done here". Ruth knew her mother as a serious authority figure, but all of a sudden there seemed to be a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Let's start with Wadely the wanker here", she said in a teasing voice while pulling him up by his arm. Ruth giggled while Darren made nervous protestations, "I'll tell my mum, miss....I'll tell her everything". Charlotte seemed unimpressed by this. "I know your mother, Wadely. She's been coming to my night school classes for over a year.....push him up against the bookshelf, Ruth". Charlotte was hitching up her long Thai skirt when she asked, "Do you know what she's been learning, Wadely? ......You may as well pull his trousers down, Ruth". "I don't know, miss. Probably something about women" he muttered contemptuously. "You need to learn some respect for women, Darren, especially your mother", Charlotte has raised her skirt high enough for him to see the reinforced fawn nylon at the top of her thighs, "she told me you keep pornographic magazines under your bed, is that right?". Charlotte raised a flirtatious eyebrow, and repeated the question when Darren refused to answer. "You see, your mother told me she's scared to be alone in the house with a son who is so sex-crazed....and that's why she came to me..so I can teach her......". Charlotte swept the rounded toe of her high heel under Darren's radar and into his exposed balls, "...THIS!", she shouted on impact. However, Darren showed no signs of dropping, and despite the shoes, Charlotte could feel she had mostly kicked the loose skin around testicles. She was a woman annoyed by any inefficiency and this was no exception. Ruth piped up, full of eagerness,"I think you have to trap them against the pelvis, mum. If you really want to crush them bad". "Thank you, dear, but I think I've done this often enough to know the basics..I was just getting warmed up"
Charlotte decided her knee might be more effective, it would certainly be easier to keep her balance if she had a tight hold of Wadely while she struck. She came in close. The mesh of her nylon clad upper leg rubbing against the inside Darren's panicking, trembling thigh. "You actually have to aim to knee him under his balls, mum....that's what Miss Sullivan says, anyway". "That's good advice" agreed Charlotte, "that way your balls will go splat, Darren....all over the place", her dangly earrings rocked as she pretended to react to an explosion. "You see Ruth, I grab the pervert that exposed himself in your own bedroom, pin him to the bookcase like so, and pulverise his testicles with a well......ooooffffff!" Charlotte's knee had gone too far under - she had struck one of the shelves, causing it to splinter. Now she was really vexed, and before Ruth could issue any more tips she had pulled Wadely towards her and smashed his balls with the kind of knee strike a lumberjack's wife would have been proud of. But she didn't stop there. As Darren's body attempted to curl up, she pushed him back by the throat and aimed her toe with cynical precision directly at his left testicle, jabbing it like a trapped animal. Darren's body jerked in agony, his lungs let out a shriek. Ruth had been agog, amazed by these latest devastating strikes, but now she realized she had to cover Darren's mouth and prevent him from collapsing before the lesson was over. She got in behind him and pushed her left knee into his back while pulling on both his wrists to straighten him up, .
Toby was woozily rousing from a troubled sleep. He first became aware of a dull slapping sound.....with a kind of muffled whimpering echo. Again. There it was again. He sensed movement nearby. Was he at camp? Where was he? Why was he on a carpet. He rolled onto his other side and found it hard to focus. There seemed to be a controlled commotion. It was something shocking and familar at the same time. Then he started....his mother...his own mother was taking three step run-ups to alternately kick her shin, ankle and toe into a naked boy's privates. Meanwhile his sister had the boy .... wasn't that Wadely?.....round his neck, and was looking a bit miffed. "I'm sorry, dear, but I promised his mother I'd do it properly if I ever got the chance. But don't worry, I don't think Toby will have learnt his lesson yet". Toby saw a smile spread across his sister's face. "As long as you don't completely mash him", Charlotte's incoming knee put an added stress on the word 'mash', "because I think it's only fair Mrs Wadely has a crack at him too.... after what I've done to her son". They looked at Darren's bright red ballsack and laughed...and Toby tried to force himself back into the world of dreams............
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