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'I would just kick you in the balls, and you would drop'. He sat there looking, then a smile broke out across his face, and he shook his head, 'Sorry babes, that would make me cum', he paused for emphasis, 'Make me cum, big time'.
Some of the girls, myself included, shook our heads at his arrogance, suddenly a girl shouted, 'Prove it', he hesitated, then a chorus broke out, 'Prove it! prove it, prove it'.
He jumped to his feet, 'Ok, Ok', he shouted, 'Who wants to kick them?'
A few hands shot up, and he pointed to a big girl, Sandra, 5'10", athletic, wearing her customary tracksuit, 'I will kick your fucking balls, and I will bet you wont cum'.
It looked as though she had had enough of his bull and she looked more than capable of castrating him in one kick, she was laughing as she said it, in fact she was getting turned-on at the prospect, and the smile he had on his face disappeared.
He was alone, the sole male in a room full of young women, his bragging and male bravado was turning in on himself.
All the other guys had long since left, and I guess he fancied himself to bag a girl for extra fun, being with some 20 hormonal females probably put the idea in his head, that we were cows and he was some bull, which up to this point, was all coming from his mouth.
Sandra encircled him after moving center stage, he stood turning as she moved around him, he looked unsure, she appeared menacing.
'Take your bottoms off', she ordered, 'I dont want to miss them, do I?' He looked around nervously, but said nothing, and the girls chanted, 'Off, Off, Off'.
I guess at that point he realized how lonely he was, 20 females baying for him to strip, and by the looks of it, they were going to get what they wanted, Sandra made sure he knew that, she told him it was past the opportunity for him to opt out, she wanted to kick him, and he would oblige her needs.
'So will you take them off or shall I rip them off?'
The circle of females moved closer, from where I was sitting his back was to me, and Sandra moved up to him, and faced him off.
'Put your hands on my shoulders', she spoke softly, and when he complied, another girl just in front of me moved in behind him and pulled his pants, and underpants to his ankles.
His knees buckled slightly, but the chorus of whistles went up from those looking at him frontally, they were looking at him and the girls behind shouted for him to turn around and show himself to us.
He looked over his shoulder, a huge smile returned to his face, suddenly 20 girls wanted to see his manhood.
There was a loud whack!, and he screamed. Sandra had taken the opportunistic moment to knee him in the balls, and they splattered hard against his crotch area, squashed by her knee, fast and viscous, the force so great that both his feet lifted from the floor.
He crumpled in a heap at her feet, and assumed the fetal position, he was retching and convulsing but Sandra was not finished with him, 'Strip him'. she bellowed, and suddenly girls were tearing every thread from his body. 'Hold him open', she barked again and his arms and legs were forced open, exposing his bruised ego and balls, he quivered as Sandra stood over him, her bare feet inches from his cock and balls.
'What do you think girls', she was toying with him, her toes touching his scrotum and sliding up until his cock lay under the sole of her foot.
She had a glassy look in her eyes, he by contrast, had a look of absolute fear, and he had every right too, as Sandra lent forward, crushing him hard against the floor, as if she was stubbing out a cigarette.
The sense of power she must have felt, I know I was wet watching her, and I am sure all the girls were getting off on this.
Someone shouted, 'Fuck him', and the thought coursed through my mind, 'Yes fuck him, I go next', but Sandra intervened, 'I dont think he can get it up for me', and everyone laughed, except him, he was crying.
'I have an idea', she said and in the same movement, removed her track bottoms and panties, we all looked up at her nudity, she was overpowering to observe, a great ass and smoothly shaved crotch, a dominatrix that made me twinge, as I watched her straddle his face.
He had stopped squirming, he was looking into her open cunt, hovering about four inches above his face. She was stroking his cheek and smiling, suddenly her finger penetrated his mouth and she was moving in and out with two fingers, as if her fingers were a cock and his mouth was giving her a blow-job.
We all watched in silence as she went deeper with her fingers, deep-throating him, then she inserted another two finger on her other hand, and holding him open, let a hot stream of piss shoot from her cunt right into his mouth, pissing until it flowed over, running down his cheeks, holding him in a vice-like lock, not allowing him to turn his head, forcing him to swallow, and continuing to empty her bladder on him.
She stood up, piss running down her legs, triumphant as she stepped back, placing her heel on his balls and crushed him again.
By now he was a wreck and she gathered his testicles in her large hand, threatening to rip them off, if he was not compliant.
One of her friends squatted next and he drank heartily, followed by another until it was impossible to drink any more, so we squatted wherever it suited us and pissed on him.
To end his humiliation, he was dragged across a table and butt fucked with a strap-on, same tool, many girls, all trying it all adding to his downfall.
Some of the girls, myself included, shook our heads at his arrogance, suddenly a girl shouted, 'Prove it', he hesitated, then a chorus broke out, 'Prove it! prove it, prove it'.
He jumped to his feet, 'Ok, Ok', he shouted, 'Who wants to kick them?'
A few hands shot up, and he pointed to a big girl, Sandra, 5'10", athletic, wearing her customary tracksuit, 'I will kick your fucking balls, and I will bet you wont cum'.
It looked as though she had had enough of his bull and she looked more than capable of castrating him in one kick, she was laughing as she said it, in fact she was getting turned-on at the prospect, and the smile he had on his face disappeared.
He was alone, the sole male in a room full of young women, his bragging and male bravado was turning in on himself.
All the other guys had long since left, and I guess he fancied himself to bag a girl for extra fun, being with some 20 hormonal females probably put the idea in his head, that we were cows and he was some bull, which up to this point, was all coming from his mouth.
Sandra encircled him after moving center stage, he stood turning as she moved around him, he looked unsure, she appeared menacing.
'Take your bottoms off', she ordered, 'I dont want to miss them, do I?' He looked around nervously, but said nothing, and the girls chanted, 'Off, Off, Off'.
I guess at that point he realized how lonely he was, 20 females baying for him to strip, and by the looks of it, they were going to get what they wanted, Sandra made sure he knew that, she told him it was past the opportunity for him to opt out, she wanted to kick him, and he would oblige her needs.
'So will you take them off or shall I rip them off?'
The circle of females moved closer, from where I was sitting his back was to me, and Sandra moved up to him, and faced him off.
'Put your hands on my shoulders', she spoke softly, and when he complied, another girl just in front of me moved in behind him and pulled his pants, and underpants to his ankles.
His knees buckled slightly, but the chorus of whistles went up from those looking at him frontally, they were looking at him and the girls behind shouted for him to turn around and show himself to us.
He looked over his shoulder, a huge smile returned to his face, suddenly 20 girls wanted to see his manhood.
There was a loud whack!, and he screamed. Sandra had taken the opportunistic moment to knee him in the balls, and they splattered hard against his crotch area, squashed by her knee, fast and viscous, the force so great that both his feet lifted from the floor.
He crumpled in a heap at her feet, and assumed the fetal position, he was retching and convulsing but Sandra was not finished with him, 'Strip him'. she bellowed, and suddenly girls were tearing every thread from his body. 'Hold him open', she barked again and his arms and legs were forced open, exposing his bruised ego and balls, he quivered as Sandra stood over him, her bare feet inches from his cock and balls.
'What do you think girls', she was toying with him, her toes touching his scrotum and sliding up until his cock lay under the sole of her foot.
She had a glassy look in her eyes, he by contrast, had a look of absolute fear, and he had every right too, as Sandra lent forward, crushing him hard against the floor, as if she was stubbing out a cigarette.
The sense of power she must have felt, I know I was wet watching her, and I am sure all the girls were getting off on this.
Someone shouted, 'Fuck him', and the thought coursed through my mind, 'Yes fuck him, I go next', but Sandra intervened, 'I dont think he can get it up for me', and everyone laughed, except him, he was crying.
'I have an idea', she said and in the same movement, removed her track bottoms and panties, we all looked up at her nudity, she was overpowering to observe, a great ass and smoothly shaved crotch, a dominatrix that made me twinge, as I watched her straddle his face.
He had stopped squirming, he was looking into her open cunt, hovering about four inches above his face. She was stroking his cheek and smiling, suddenly her finger penetrated his mouth and she was moving in and out with two fingers, as if her fingers were a cock and his mouth was giving her a blow-job.
We all watched in silence as she went deeper with her fingers, deep-throating him, then she inserted another two finger on her other hand, and holding him open, let a hot stream of piss shoot from her cunt right into his mouth, pissing until it flowed over, running down his cheeks, holding him in a vice-like lock, not allowing him to turn his head, forcing him to swallow, and continuing to empty her bladder on him.
She stood up, piss running down her legs, triumphant as she stepped back, placing her heel on his balls and crushed him again.
By now he was a wreck and she gathered his testicles in her large hand, threatening to rip them off, if he was not compliant.
One of her friends squatted next and he drank heartily, followed by another until it was impossible to drink any more, so we squatted wherever it suited us and pissed on him.
To end his humiliation, he was dragged across a table and butt fucked with a strap-on, same tool, many girls, all trying it all adding to his downfall.
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