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 carefully watched her younger sister's savage attack with swelling excitement, aroused by the tortured sounds of their helpless captive. With her hands still burrowing between her legs, she gently moved the damp crotch of her panties far to one side, gaining unrestricted access to her pleasure zone. The older sister parted her pussy flaps and ran her middle finger the length of her slit, coating its fingertip in the sweet juices which had collected there, then moved it up through the parted lips to moisten the yearning clit. She gently touched the the small erect bud then slowly circled her thing fingers in tiny loops, steadily accelerating as the impeding orgasm rapidly build up inside her shuddering body.

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.