The sisters play with you

Before you can react, Lois runs up behind you, twisting your arm behind your back and wrapping her arm around your neck. You try and move, but realise you’re not going anywhere.

“Unpack your boots, Lucy, time to break this guy and his balls.”

“Don’t be so hasty. Remember how we used to do it to those boys at the army camp? Our father, the general, busted their balls during the day, then at night it was out turn, and we always did it so much better. You always wanted to go low, Lo, kicking those balls.”

“And you always acted loose, Luce, teasing them again and again, getting those balls full before we pounded them.”

“Bet I can still put on a show,” Lucy says, “though I think he’s a bit overdressed. Need to see his excitement mounting.”

Lois throws you to the dusty ground, and then they both pile on top of you, tearing your clothes off, until you’re totally naked. Lois then lifts you back to your feet, her arms slipping under your armpits and her hands locking firmly behind your neck, holding you in place, facing her sister.

Lucy goes back to her car. You worry that she’s gone to get her combat boots, but she just turns the radio up loud and flicks through the channels, eventually finding some heavy rock.

“That’ll drown out your screams,” Lois says, “plus give us a good kicking beat.”

But Lucy isn’t interested in making you scream, not yet. She may have feet to kick you with, but she’s going to use the rest of her body on yours first. She takes off her jacket, throwing it to the ground, and kicks off her shoes. “Those are for free,” she shouts, over the music, as she strides up to you, and starts dancing in front of you, her perfect body in perfect rhythm, rubbing against you. She glances down at your manhood, pleased at the effect she’s having.

Her hand runs over your balls and your cock, while her other hand starts to unbutton her blouse. She has a wicked smile on her face and a wicked gleam in her eye.

She leans over and talks into your ear, gently stroking your testicles. “If you want me to take this blouse off, the price is just one teeny tiny ball kick. That's a small price to pay for a better look at this raunchy body of mine. Deal or no deal?”

She continues to dance in front of you, her hips gyrating. her blue bra making tantalising appearances from beneath her half-unbuttoned blouse, her green eyes looking at you in anticipation.