Boot

Rachel let out a slight giggle, inspecting the pile of convulsed male misery writhing below her. The girlish oppressor bent over Paul's curled up legs and grabbed his ankles, one in each hand. She stood up, lifting his weakened legs upward as her exhausted classmate's body was **** to roll flat onto his face, hands reaching upwards to slightly relieve his head from the suffocating basement carpet.

A wide grin stretched across her dimpled face as she watched his unprotected balls dangling invitingly near her feet.
The young girl steadied herself, bracing her powerless victim's legs against her waste, then unleashed a flurry of perfectly aimed kicks at the delicious target.
The top of her sandalled foot curled neatly along the round part of his lower abdomen as each rhythmic kick sent a fleshy 'splat' sound resonating of the bare basement walls.

Laura beamed with pride as she watched her younger sister take over their game on the first day, displaying the creativity and confidence it took herself over a year to develop. Paul's delicious squeals in Rachel's grasp roused her to lust as she reached between her crossed legs passed her rode-up skirt and onto her soaked, thin panties, clinging tightly to her vagina.

Rachel continued her steady **** with glee, accentuating each kick with a merry monotone tune vocalized by a single lyric of 'balls'. 'Balls'.. splat!.. 'Balls'.. splat! 'Balls, Balls, Balls' .. splat!.. the girl chanted cheerfully accompanying her vicious strikes with perfectly timed matching exclamations, in what seemed to her as an appropriate serenade to the current activity. Paul helplessly accompanied the girl's joyful melody by injecting a feeble howl of agony between each excruciating kick, muffled by a face-full of play room carpet.

The grinning young girl continued her brutal jingle until her arms began to tire, then dropped his legs unceremoniously.
Paul rolled back into a ball clenching his wounded testicles and whimpered meekly.