Grab your balls, we're going to play tennis !

[Willie]

I arrived at the tennis courts expecting to be alone. Much to my surprise there was one other person standing by the bench at the adjacent court. She was by herself, so I presumed she had either just arrived and was waiting for someone, or had just finished playing and was about to leave.

I walked through the gate and headed toward to the last open court, stealing a glance her way, hoping she wouldn't notice. I knew right away that I had never seen her before, because if I had I would surely remember. She had long dark hair tied tight in a ponytail, and wore the requisite tiny tennis skirt showing off fit and tanned legs. I’m not sure, but I think I just stopped and stared as she lifted one foot onto the bench to adjust her shoelace. Then she glanced my way. I stumbled a bit, having just been caught staring right at her. She smiled at my awkwardness and looked away. I reached the bench on my court and sat down accepting the fact that I had just made a fool of myself in front of a gorgeous girl.

I turned away and busied myself taking my gear from the tennis bag.

“Hi”, she said.

I didn’t even notice her cross the court and approach right behind me. I jumped a little and turned around.

“H-h-hi”, I answered back like the smooth operator that I am. Now that she was only a few feet from me I could see that she really was a beauty.  Her eyes were shockingly blue (think: Alexandra Daddario) and her smile was beaming.

“My partner just called and can’t make it. I was wondering if maybe you’d like to have a hit with me?”

Are you kidding, I thought. Can this be really happening? “Sure. That would be great.”

“Great. Do you want to play a set? I have a match this weekend and would love to practice against a guy. You boys hit so much harder than the girls, it would be good practice for me.”

Could this be going any better? I didn’t think so.

“Yeah. That would be great.”

“Cool…”, she said. Just as she was about to turn away she stopped and looked back at me. “I don’t want you to take it easy on me, okay? Play like you mean it.”

“Um. Sure. No problem,” I said.

“I’m serious, you know? In fact, why don’t we make a little bet on who wins...just so we both have incentive to play our best tennis.”

Where was this heading? “A bet? What did you have in mind?”

She smiled. “How about this: If you beat me, I’ll give you a blowjob…” Her smiled widened even more.

Okay, I was wrong. It did just better. I was an experienced Division II tennis player and could hold my own against better players. I couldn’t find a downside to the offer. “Are you serious?” I said.

“I am dead serious. You beat me and I’ll suck your dick. Promise.” She made a cross symbol over her ample breasts. “Cross my heart.”

I thought about it for a moment. Could one of my friends be setting me up for a YouTube gag or something. I looked around and didn’t see any signs of anyone else. This really was too good to be true.  But she could tell I was hesitating.

“Well, do you want to do this or not?”

“Yes, yes. Of course.” I couldn’t answer fast enough.

“Oh, fun.” Let’s get started.”

She turned to go to the other side of the net when I realized something was wrong.

“Hey, wait a minute….”

She stopped and looked back. “What?”

“What happens if you win?

“Oh...yeah…what if I win? Hmm. Let me see…” She thought about it for a minute and then got a big smile on her face. “I know! If I win, I get to kick you in the balls 6 times - one for each game I win! Sound like fun?”

Wait? What? Did she just say she wanted to kick me in the nuts 6 times?

“Come, on...I think that’s a fair trade, don’t you?

I swallowed hard and thought about it. She stood across from me, so sexy in the way she swayed back and forth, her tiny skirt shifting on her thighs. How could I lose, right? And a blowjob from her would be too amazing to pass up. Then she bit her lip slightly and I lost it.

“Ok, it’s a bet. I win, you give me a blowjob. You win, you can kick me in the balls 6 times.”

“That’s a deal”

I couldn’t believe this was happening. “Regular 6 game set, AD scoring, call your own lines?”

“Sound good. Let’s do it.” She practically skipped to the other side of the court. “I’ll serve first, okay?”

What was I going to say? “Sure, no problem.” I got into position on the deuce side of the net running through the inevitable scenario to come. There was no way I was going to lose this set.

She took a couple of warm-up arm swings and said: “Ready?”

“Ready.” I took my position.

“Oh, wait one sec, okay”?

What was she doing? “No problem”

Then she did the unthinkable. She proceeded to pull down her tennis panties and toss them to the back fence. Okay, what?

“There, I feel better already.”

Every time she moved I got a glimpse of firm, tanned flesh. As in no tan lines. What have I gotten myself into?

She tossed the ball for the first serve. Her skirt jumped up high above her waist and I saw everything beneath it, and then the ball shot into the corner, right past me. I don’t think I even moved a muscle.

“15-Love,” she said and positioned herself for the next point. I think I forgot to move. “Come on, it’s 15-love.”

“Yeah. Yeah. I went to the other side of the court and it happened again. This time I almost hit the ball.”

“30-Love.” She smiled and moved to the other side of the court.

I think it was less than a minute that went by when she called “Game. 1-0”.

Before I knew it, it was 2-0. Then 3-0. Then 3-1. Every time she ran across the court her little skirt lifted up and I my concentration was obliterated. Whenever she picked up a ball she bent over at the waist, legs locked at the knees.  I can’t remember ever losing a set of tennis so badly in my life. And the worst part was that she was actually a top flight tennis player. Probably a D1 star at a major university.

When we reached match point I knew I had been had. That was it. It was over. She gave a little cheer and headed toward the bench to get a drink.

“That was fun. Thanks for playing with me.”

“Yeah. I mean. Sure.” I walked over to the bench and set my racquet on my bag. “You’re really good.” I tried to ignore that fact that she was still naked beneath her skirt. “Where did you play?”

“Stanford. Number 1 singles”

Yeah, it all made sense now. I gathered my stuff together hoping to leave the humiliation behind. “Thanks for the set.”

“Hey, wait a minute…”

I stopped. “What?”

“What about our bet?”

“You mean you were serious about that?” Her expression suddenly turned very dark.

“Oh, yes. Very serious. If you would have won, you would have wanted that blowjob, wouldn’t you?

“Well, I suppose so, but…”

“Okay, then. So I want those balls.”

“I mean, I didn’t think…”

“What? You didn’t think you’d lose, I know. But you did. So let’s get those shorts off so I can see what I’m kicking. Come on, drop ‘em.”

I think I was in a kind of trance of disbelief. I lowered my shorts and kicked them away.

“Nice compression undies,” she said. “Those are perfect. Now spread those legs for me.”

I spread my legs apart. “Listen, maybe we can…”

Without further warning, she snapped her leg forward, angled her foot, and landed a crushing blow to both of my balls. The shock was immediate, but the pain came seconds after. It crawled into my abdomen and wrenched my stomach muscles tight just as my testicles throbbed in response. I grasped my aching balls with both hands, dropped to my knees, then to my side. The pain and warmth enveloped my core. It was hard to breath and impossible to speak.

She dropped down to one knee and smiled at me.  “That’s one, baby. Don’t make me wait to long for number 2. She stood up and even in my near catatonic state I couldn’t help but sneak a gaze up her dress.

I began to catch my breath and was able to stand again.

“That’s a good boy. Open them up again.”

My legs spread apart almost by themselves. “Wait, let me catch my…”

The second kick came as swift as the first. This time the pain was white hot and racing through my body. I dropped to the ground again. I couldn’t even roll up into a ball it hurt so bad. Through my hazy vision I could see that she was enjoying this all too much.

“That’s two! Come on, baby, I don’t have all night. You can do it”.

I moaned something unintelligible.

“Here we go, come on.” She helped me get back to my feet, brushed the dirt and dust off my shirt, then without warning crashed two consecutive knees into my crotch. By this time not only were my eggs scrambled, but my brains as well. She held me up, slipped a hand into my shorts and took both balls into her palm. They were already swollen and screaming with pain, so the slightest squeeze was excruciating. Somehow, through it all, my cock got erect. “Ohh, that’s what I like to see.” She stroked my dick a few times and squeezed it too. She took a step back and admired the hefty bulge in my pants.

“I want to give you something to remember me by,” she said as she lifted her skirt and gave me the full view. I didn’t see the last kick coming but when it hit, both my balls let me know it was lights-out time. I fell to the ground, curled into a ball, closed my eyes, and prayed for death.

Sometime later - I don’t know how long - I opened my eyes she was gone. I staggered to the bench and sat down, still throbbing and aching. I spotted a small piece of paper near my bag. I picked it up and through foggy eyes read the message. It said, “Call me sometime and I’ll suck that dick for you” Luv, Kiki. P.S. You owe me one more kick!

[Owen Divjerian]

Absolutely amazing story!

I loved how she stripped her panties to tease the guy, made the story much hotter and sexual. Loved it!

A sequel would be nice ;)

[Chefda]

That was awesome! The squeeze, the teasing, and the note were all fantastic! I’d love to read the sequel! =D

[Cheryl Novot]

Love this story.... I also was a college player.  I  would play for dinners....in the past.  I REALLY like the idea of ball kicking with each win... actually ballbusting is Great exercise for my sexy legs.  Great writing too