Chores for the Boys, Part 2 by Hardie.
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It was now two days since the brothers, Greg and Paul, had been beaten
into submission by their young girl cousins, Sandra and Susan. When
the girls' mother had come home from work that evening, she had been
shocked at the state of her nephews' faces and had thought they had
been fighting each other. "Ah well," she had said, "Boys will be boys.
You must have had an awful fight by the state of your faces."
As the boys shuffled with embarrassment, Susan had told her mum that
it was the girls who had caused the damage to the boys' faces. "We had
to teach them a lesson," she said, "because they wouldn't help with
the dishes."
"I see." The girls' mum had smiled to herself, inwardly thrilled that
her young daughters had challenged and beaten two older, bigger boys.
She had taught them to stick up for themselves from an early age and
was proud of the girls' success against stronger males. She had
decided to let the youngsters sort it out for themselves.
Greg was steaming. He was fed up being bossed about by the younger
girls. He was totally humiliated by having to strip naked as soon as
the girls' mother went to work so the sisters could grab his balls and
cock any time they felt like it. After the hammering Susan had given
him, Greg had been too scared to do anything about it. Now he was
trying to rationalize the situation. The only way he'd been beaten by
the girl, he reasoned, was because she'd got in first and kicked him
in the balls. To Greg this was foul play and he resolved to restore
the position of male dominance as soon as he could by attacking the 11
year old Sandra. Once she was out of the way, then he and Paul could
sort out Susan and make both girls sorry they'd ever picked a fight
with a couple of boys.
His chance came when he found himself alone with Sandra, who was
making sure he was properly picking up fallen leaves from the lawn. He
was still a bit stiff from his fight with Susan, and couldn't move as
fluently as he would have liked because of the pain in his balls. His
arms were partially disabled by the awful wrenching inflicted by the
girl, yet he knew he ought to be able to thrash her 11 year old
sister, especially if he took her by surprise. Hell, he was five years
older, over a foot taller and 50 lbs. heavier. He had a powerful,
muscular body, which made the lithe little girl look frail. He made
his move.
Sandra sensed the menace in the previously cowed young male, as he
came towards her with a handful of leaves. And when he dropped his
load and swung at the girl's head she was already dodging in alarm.
Greg's fist missed her head and caught her a glancing blow on the
shoulder, sending the girl reeling. Had Greg been fully fit he could
have followed up and finished what he'd started there and then.
However, he was stiff and sore, and Sandra had the beautifully
balanced body of a talented gymnast. Before the lumbering young man
could inflict more damage, the girl was skipping out of reach.
Sandra quickly weighed up the situation as she dodged the clumsy
attack of her huge male adversary. She could easily run indoors and
fetch Susan, or even call out for her. However, the thought of
tangling with the massively muscled Greg was marvelously exciting. She
had thoroughly enjoyed beating up Greg's brother Paul. She wanted to
repeat the wonderful melting of her insides which occurred when she
was hitting the boy mercilessly with her fists, then making him wank
himself off in front of her. Her eyes gleamed at the thought of doing
to same to the much larger Greg. He would really be a conquest for an
eleven year old girl! She decided to fight him.
Greg cursed himself for missing the opportunity of landing a killer
punch on the girl, but was relieved that she hadn't called for her
sister. No matter how injured he was, he MUST be able to beat an
eleven year old slip of a girl in a fight. One solid punch would
flatten her. The problem, as Greg found out, was landing the punch!
The ligaments in both of his powerfully muscled shoulders were badly
torn where Susan had wrenched his arms up behind his back, and his
gait was less than threatening as he tried to keep his still tender
balls from brushing against the insides of his massive thighs. Every
move he made was easily avoided by the supple girl.
Sandra looked extremely fragile in her short, cotton, summer dress,
which only just reached the top of the tanned curves of her
developing, young thighs, and which bulged only slightly under the
pressure of recently formed, ripening breasts. Her feet, clad in calf
length white socks and white sneakers, twinkled as she danced away
from each attack, pony tail flying, dress whirling to reveal the
crotch of her white briefs as she spun out of reach.
Greg was beginning to labor. The girl was letting him get close, then
making him miss with everything he threw at her. She could see the
frustration in his eyes as the nubile young girl and the solidly
muscled boy silently maneuvered for supremacy. As he gradually slowed
up, Sandra decided it was time to attack.
At first the girl simply countered the boy's swings with crisp little
punches as far up his body as she could comfortably reach, largely
ineffective on the powerful torso of the male fighter but causing him
to automatically try to block her blows with his arms. Then, ducking
under yet another ponderous male punch, she feinted to his face and
drove her tiny fist with all her might under the boy's guard into the
his bobbing balls. Greg's mouth flew open as he howled his agony. His
hands shot down to grasp his tortured testicles and his mighty body
slouched automatically into a cataleptic crouch.
Having brought the boy down to what she considered to be a manageable
height, the dainty little tomboy swung her smoothly tanned leg in a
wide arc and smashed her foot into the young man's exposed throat. As
his hands went to protect the new source of pain, the girl gleefully
swung her leg once more and drove her tiny instep into the boy's
groin, smashing his cock and balls with devastating effect.
Howling in agony, the boy collapsed to his knees, head hanging,
clutching his balls, senses swimming as waves of pain surged like an
incoming tide through his nerves to his brain. He hardly knew what was
happening as the girl reached between his legs and pulled his right
hand from his balls by bending back his little finger until he was
forced to let go.
Continuing the pressure, the girl pulled his heavily muscled arm round
behind his back. Transferring her grip to his wrist and needing both
her hands to maneuver his mighty limb, she twisted his arm upwards
until it was pointing straight back and level with his shoulder. Then
she placed her foot between the boy's shoulder blades and pulled with
all her strength.
The pain in his shoulder somehow helped Greg to clear his brain. He
was once more suffering defeat at the hands of a frail little female.
He had to do something, and he made a courageous effort to escape from
the girl's painful hold. Instead of trying to pull against her, he
pushed all the pain he was suffering to the back of his mind and
desperately twisted his huge torso towards his antagonist, forcing his
arm to swing from his damaged shoulder at the same time.
With a cry of surprise, Sandra was sent sprawling across the lawn as
the powerful boy broke her hold. She was on her feet in a flash,
scrambling backwards to take up a fighting crouch, a determined look
on her pretty young face, ready to defend herself. But she needn't
have worried. Greg was in no condition to follow up his success. He
was painfully climbing to his feet, clutching his aching balls with
one hand, the other held out to ward off any attack from the girl.
"Go get him, girl!" Attracted by the screams, Susan had come to watch
the fight. Paul, whom she'd brought with her, said nothing. One of the
girl's slender arms was slanted across the boy's stomach, her hand
disappearing into his crotch where she cupped his balls with her silky
fingers, holding him helpless in her grasp. Paul could not believe
that his massively powerful big brother was being beaten up by a tiny
eleven year old girl. It simply wasn't conceivable. True, the girls
had beaten the boys a couple of days before, but Paul was convinced
they'd only won by kicking himself and his brother in the balls before
the boys had been ready to fight. Surely no mere girl could beat Greg
in a fair fight; yet here he was, struggling against the tiny preteen
tomboy!
The girl moved in smoothly to meet the boy's tentative advance, a
resolute young female fighter determined to destroy her mighty male
opponent. She knew she needed to attack his weak spots, and she knew
that his balls were the weakest spot of all. If only she could strike
his testicles one more time, she was sure she could finish him off! Or
maybe his balls weren't his weakest point, maybe, she thought, with
the instinctive female knowledge of male psychology, it lay somewhere
else, in his ego.
She stopped her advance and stood there, legs apart, hands on hips, a
smile on her pretty face as she tossed her head. "How do you like
being beaten up by a little girl, man child?" she sneered. "How do you
like having your cock being kicked by a girl? How do like your big,
dangly balls being ....ah!"
Mad with fury, Greg lashed out with his foot at the taunting young
female. This was just what she'd been hoping for. Sinuously swaying
inside his kick, the girl coiled her left arm round the boy's right
knee and trapped his swinging leg against her slender waist. He was
momentarily stranded on one leg, arms flailing wildly to try to keep
his balance, his genitals dangling invitingly, totally exposed to
attack by the perfectly balanced girl fighter.
With almost lazy grace, the eleven year old girl steadied herself
against the boy's muscular inner thigh, then brought her knee smoothly
upwards into the boy's balls with a devastating surge of power. Even
as the howl of awful agony sprang from his lips, the girl, keeping
hold of his suspended leg, repeated her deadly strike, driving her
knee back into the boy's mangled balls again and then once more before
heaving upwards on his captured leg and sending his huge body plunging
backwards to collapse into a fetal ball of sobbing male anguish.
Callously, the girl began to kick the defenseless boy's curled body,
driving her feet into every exposed part of his frame that she could
reach. As his senses swam from the beating she was giving him he
sprawled limply on the lawn, offering no resistance to the girl's
assault. He scarcely knew what was happening when she went to work on
his already damaged arms. Taking each one in turn, the girl twisted
the boy's muscle laden limbs up behind his back and wrenched them
until he screamed. She used all her strength to lift his right leg up
off the ground and push it back towards the boy's chest, then she
threw all her weight on it, tearing the hamstring as he drifted into
merciful unconsciousness.
Paul was aghast at seeing his big, strong brother being destroyed by
the tiny girl. He couldn't believe his eyes as the slender young
female moved the boy's flaccid cock to one side so she could stand
over the beautifully muscled body of her defeated male victim, arms
raised in victory with her foot on his battered balls. He was also
aghast to realize that his own cock was less than flaccid and that the
spectacle of a girl beating up a larger boy was sexually exciting for
him. Susan's fingers closed round his swelling member.
As Greg came round, Sandra leant over the whimpering boy's body and
hauled his head up by the hair. "Get on your knees, sonny boy," she
ordered. Totally subdued, his will broken, the muscular young man
fearfully obeyed the orders of the girl who had beaten him. With great
difficulty he got into position and knelt before her, trembling with
fear, sobs wracking his beautifully sculpted male body as he looked up
beseechingly into the girl's wide brown eyes, begging her to stop
hurting him.
Sandra was exultant. To have this magnificent male animal on his knees
before her begging for mercy was almost too good. She was heady with
excitement. She pushed him onto his back with an unceremonious thud
and took off her briefs. She lowered her crotch over his face, with
her knees behind his shoulders, and facing towards his feet. She
stretched her lithe young body upwards, leaning back to open herself
to his tongue and ordered him to lick. The sexy young girl child
moaned with pleasure as she experienced her first orgasms brought on
by a defeated male. Climax after climax exploded in her nubile young
body as the boy was forced to service her needs.
Susan's silky hand on his cock and the sight of Sandra queening Greg
was too much for Paul. He could not contain himself and came in great
heaving gasps. Almost before his sperm hit the ground, Susan spun him
round to face her. "I did not give you permission to wank, boy!" she
said quietly, then smashed her knee up between the boy's thighs into
his still taut balls with ferocious accuracy. Paul collapsed in a heap
at the feet, of the dynamic young ballbusting girl.
Sandra was now leaning over Greg's chest, teasing his cock into life
until it stretched hungrily towards the slabs of muscle defined on the
young man's stomach. Languidly, the girl rose to her feet and strolled
into position between the boy's spread legs. "You can now wank
yourself off in tribute to the girl who's beaten you."
She loved it when he spurted, and made him wank again. Once more she
teased the boy's aching cock into an erection and forced him to milk
himself dry. "Good boy," she crooned, "now just open you legs a little
bit further so the little girl can see your nice big balls a bit
better. That's lovely," she praised as the terrified boy complied.
"Now I'm just going to give you one final kick in the balls, unless,
of course, you beg for mercy really nicely."
She drew back her foot. Desperately, the boy began to beg for mercy
from the chit of a girl who had reduced him to a whimpering wreck. His
hands went to cover his threatened balls, but the girl ordered him to
let go and spread his arms wide on the lawn. He began to cry as he
realized she was going to ignore his pleas, tensing with dreadful
anticipation of the punishment to come... And his cock rose. He had no
control over it. Despite the hammering it had taken, it surged upwards
in an enormous erection.
Sandra watched his cock grow in amazement, then, shrugging
philosophically, drew back her shapely young leg and smashed her foot
into the boy's tautened balls. Greg screamed, his body jerked off the
ground as his muscles spasmed, then he lay still, unconscious, smashed
to total defeat by an eleven year old girl!
Disdainfully, the petite young girl kicked the beaten boy in the ribs
as she and her sister went off into the house for a refreshing drink,
leaving the bodies of the once powerful young men sprawled in defeat
on the lawn... defeated so comprehensively that they'd never challenge
their young girl cousins again.
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