Cheerleaders' Naughty Dare 1/2

It was a hot afternoon in late summer, and like almost every Saturday, we had a pool party at Sally's house. Sally was the captain of our college's cheerleading team, and our friends group was somewhat the core of the football and cheerleading team combined.

We had been hanging out since about a year ago, when Sally started dating Dave, who happened to be the football team captain. Funny enough, it only took a couple of months for Sally's and Dave's respective friends groups to pair up in couples. I had been the second girl to pick her match, Tim. At some point, the dynamic that led to new dates was somewhat based on peer pressure. We were exactly four girls and four guys, and after our leader Sally had paved the way, it just felt easy and natural to pick up one's crush among Dave's buddies.

Our pool parties always happened to be a blast. After all, we were a couple of hot cheerleaders and bulking football players in their prime years who gathered in their tight swimsuits and spent the afternoon drinking and having fun.

The fact that our meetings were some kind of quadruple dates, made our interactions super comfortable. Since our relationships were interlaced with our friends group, we often pushed the boundaries of *regular* friendship when it came to sharing intimate details or exhibiting some kind of sexual interaction. With a good amount of booze, all of this was an explosive mixture. Too often, the nights ended in skinny dips and crazy dares.

Today, however, I could tell that Sally was not in a great mood. Everyone could sense that Dave and her probably had some kind of fight earlier today. Dave was acting mean towards his girlfriend by constantly ignoring, interrupting, or actively trying to provoke her. Sally had too much dignity to really react to any of his shit. But her body language was even more firm and determined as usually.

Whatever issue they had, it was clear that Sally hadn't planned on ruining everyone's afternoon by making it our business. But Dave was actually quite a douche. He used every chance to slight her with some mean comment and put on his stupid grin while everyone around him was too embarrassed to even hold eye contact. When his buddies went to the front yard to play some ball, he even stuck around us girls at the pool just to try and continue humiliating his babe. Suddenly, the door bell rung inside.

"Could you get that please, hon? It's probably the package delivery with your silly video game." Sally said as nicely as she could, while she was mixing some cocktails for us at the provisional bar that we had erected next to the pool. Over the last few months, Dave had basically been living at her place.

"*Silly* video game..." Dave shook his head. "You better use this pretty mouth of yours for other things than talking. Something that you're actually good at."

"Oh comeon, Dave." I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, seriously, Dave. Knock it off." Emma said in the same tone to my right. I had no idea how many people had to tell him how embarrassing this was.

The other girls and I laid stretched out on deck chairs next to each other. Dave was standing in front of us with a cocktail glass, the large house and Sally behind his back. Convinced that his girl didn't see what he was doing, he lifted his free hand to his mouth and made a very obvious gesture indicating a blowjob, using his tongue to push out his cheek rhythmically with the motion of his hand. I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes again and glanced past Dave at Sally who was mustering him with narrowed eyes.

"Okay, if you're not gonna get it, could you at least help me with the drinks?" Sally sighted and began drying up her hands from lime juice. The door bell rang again.

"Babe, can you not read this?" Dave grinned at me and the other girls. I already cringed, it was clear that the dude had come up with an *amazing* joke. Without notice, Dave grabbed the large package bulging out his tight, red bath-suit and turned to the side so that Sally saw *what* he was grabbing. He even gave it a soft, little yank while speaking: "This clearly reads: *NOT in charge of kitchen work!*"

The joke was as stupid as I had expected, and quite sexist, even for Dave. But the image of him grabbing his junk through the thin fabric still elicited a curious smile from me. Like the other dudes, he was very well built, with trunk-like arms, a strong, wide chest and ripped abs.

And of course, with a similarly handsome, large package that each of the dudes were blessed with. It was clear that it made them proud wearing these skin-tight shorts whenever hanging out with us girls. Of course, us girls' bikinis had undergone a similar transition towards more revealing standards.

The later the night, and the more tipsy we all got, the more I always noticed myself staring at the guys' hot bodies, even day-fantasizing sometimes. When Dave suddenly grabbed and visibly moved his cock and balls around, I couldn't help but imagine that hand being my own. Two cocktails in, that simple thought of grabbing a dude's bulging groin was enough to make me wet. I got the strong urge to sneak off with Tim quickly to get a nice feel of his decent-sized cock and balls.

When Dave's hand finally withdrew from his groin and left the outline of his private parts even more visible as before, I finally looked up and noticed that he was grinning back at me. It took me another second to realize that I still hat this naughty, excited smile on, that Dave mistook for appreciation of his joke.

"*Heheheheh!*" he let out a stupid laugh to add further insult. "Don't worry babe, I will let you *read* from up close later."

"Not necessary!" I noticed Sally rapidly cover the distance in between them with a determination that made me gasp. Her eyes were locked on her boyfriend and her hips in the red bikini aggressively swayed with every wide step.

Seeing the sexy couple so close with all that thick tension somehow turned me on even more. I wasn't into girls, but nothing accompanied a hot, male body as nicely as an accordingly hot female one that emphasized all their beautiful differences. Especially with the knowledge that they had a sexual relationship and got to enjoy these differences regularly.

Dave twitched for a moment, thinking about turning around to face his girl. But he reconsidered and continued grinning at me, probably attempting to make Sally feel excluded. The sexy cheerleader captain with blonde hair that fell onto her bare shoulders in two pigtails, stopped right behind his back. Her eyes wandered down his body and back up. Despite her being quite tall, she had to look up at him.

"I know what it reads." Sally firmly said behind his back, after Dave hadn't come up with any more banter. "It reads *Sally's weak, little bitch!*."

"Fuck you!" Dave blurted out without turning around, the grin wiped off his face. My mouth formed an *o* and I was holding my breath. The air vibrated from the hot couple's tension.

"It does!" Sally said, suddenly with the exact same superior smirk that she had just stolen from her boyfriend. "Wanna see?"

"Yeah sure... Show us." Dave shrugged and did his best to play off his girlfriend's taunts without even turning into her direction.

Suddenly, everything happened really fast. Without notice, Sally grabbed Dave's swimsuit at both sides and yanked it down to his ankles in one swift motion. He stood with slightly spread legs right in front of us other three girls. But it was I who was in the prime spot to watch his bare, large cock and meaty balls jump out into the open with a funny little bounce, right in front of me! I gasped audibly, and instinctively hid my mouth behind my hand to cover up the excited reaction to the unexpected treat.

When Dave felt the sudden exposure of his genitals, his eyes almost bulged out. He instantly dropped his nearly empty cocktail glass onto the grass and bent over to yank his tight swimsuit back up. Sally stood upright behind him with a victorious grin. The way she had humiliated him and even granted me a good look at his delicious, nude package actually made me quite happy. But she wasn't done with him yet...

When Dave was halfway up and about to pull his swimsuit back up past his knees, out of nowhere, Sally's knee forcefully shot up in between his legs. With an audible sound of firm skin smashing against not so firm skin, Dave's meaty balls got flattened between his girlfriend's bare thigh and his pelvis. I gasped loudly, in unison with the other girls.

The poor boy was bent over in the perfect angle for his naked balls to hang helplessly right where Sally's leg crashed into him. His cock was slightly erect and ended up resting on his girl's bare knee after the impact. I could even see his balls partly squishing out from under Sally's thigh as they desperately tried to escape their punishment.

Everything happened like three feet in front of me, at the level of my face and in bright daylight. A powerful tickle, followed by an involuntary tremble emerged in my lower belly and engulfed my whole body. I let out a chuckle somewhere between insecurity and overwhelming excitement. It took me a moment to understand the major sexual component of my body's forceful reaction.

For a second or two, nothing happened, as if time had been frozen. Just when I began wondering, if it had been a bad idea for Sally to be that *physical* towards a dude who was nearly twice her weight in muscles, his shocked face turned white and his knees visibly began trembling.

"*Ooohhhyyyyyy...*" Dave let out a hilariously cute, high-pitched sound, as the notorious testicular pain that was such a naturally amusing mystery to us girls, hit him. Sally left her knee pressed against his exposed sexual organs for another few, seemingly endless seconds, while Dave struggled to support himself with his own legs. She looked so incredibly sexy and powerful with the seemingly tough guy fully at her mercy.

When she finally lowered her knee, Dave fell forward like a tree and plunged face-first into my thighs. I let out a bright shriek, but rather to release the sexual pressure that had so forcefully built up. The fact that my best friend had pulled down her boyfriend's swimsuit and nailed him in his bare balls right in front of my face had gotten me soaking wet.

Slowly, Dave rolled off my deck chair and onto the grass. What followed, was an absolute bliss to watch. I obviously knew that getting kicked in the balls hurt men a lot. But I actually had no idea *how* effective it was. It was ridiculous.

Dave was absolutely crushed, while his girl didn't even break a sweat. She just stood above him in a power pose, with her legs spread and hands resting on her hips, looking down at him with a victorious, superior grin. The skimpy bikini hugging her flawless feminine body even underlined the boundless, female power, she was radiating.

"Ohhhh... my balls... My *fucking balls*..." Dave kept moaning while every position he got into seemed to give him more discomfort than the previous one. With his swimsuit still around his knees, he rolled around in between us girls and panted with both hands softly cupping his balls.

"Well, darling, I'm not sure if these balls will be *fucking* any time soon..." Sally said with a jeering pity in her voice. Watching the handsome, strong guy getting absolutely defeated and humiliated by his sexy girlfriend gave me an irresistible sense of sexual power and superiority.

It was the sound of the doorbell that made me snap back into reality. Everything had happened so fast... I was still panting, when I realized that the other girls were laughing their cute butts off.

"Honey?" Sally said back in her usual soft, cute voice.

"*Grghumpff...*" Dave spoke into the ground, as his face was currently pressed into the grass.

"There's someone at the door." Sally said so casually, she deserved an Oscar.

"Uughhhh... Yes, babe... I'm sorry babe..." Dave's apology was followed by the most pathetic attempt I ever saw from anyone at getting up to stand on their own feet. He clearly tried his best to obey his naughty girlfriend without hesitation. But the impediment that the swift knee thrust to his balls gave the massive football player, made the whole attempt comedic gold.

After nearly a minute, the huge guy finally got up and his aching package sorted back into the swimsuit. The tight fabric visibly gave him discomfort as he waddled inside, followed by the continuous laughter of the other two girls that had gotten to witness his quick submission.

"Holy fuck, Sally... Thanks for the show!" Emma chuckled. With a silent smile, Sally bowed theatrically. I could tell, how much she enjoyed her female body right now. All the stress in her motions from earlier had been replaced by grace and stirring sexual confidence. Emma was clearly impressed, too. "I think, I may have a surprise for Carl tonight."

"Are you saying that you have never kicked him in the balls before?" Sally asked back in genuine surprise. Emma shook her head. Sally seemed truly surprised. She addressed Liz and me: "Seriously? What about you?"

"I accidentally rammed my knee into Jon's balls once when we were fooling around naked in the bed. It was super cute how he tried to play it off at first. But shortly after, he ended up rolling around on the floor just like Dave." Liz shared her naughty story, interrupted by giggles. I just shook my head in response to Sally's question. Even now, I still felt like I was somewhat absent, trying to make sense of the strong sensations that my friend's naughty nut shot had elicited.

"Are you girls serious?" Sally seemed quite shocked about our innocence. "Gosh, I wouldn't have been able to stand any of my boyfriends for more than a week without busting their balls. They always start acting like idiots, if you don't keep them in line. At *least* they need some regular sack-taps as a reminder who's wearing the pants in the relationship."

Every word that Sally said made me more aroused. The idea of controlling my boyfriend by taking advantage of his vulnerable manhood that we usually enjoyed together had an insane appeal and fascination to me. If I had to listen any more to Sally bragging about how she regularly controlled hers by going for their balls, I was going to orgasm right there on the deck chair. Or run out to kick Tim in the balls without notice right in front of his friends - and probably orgasm then.

"Are you busting his balls when you're having sex, too?" Liz asked Sally.

"Yeah of course. Sex is always best when the guy is fucking you with a decent ache in his balls. Just makes them appreciate us girls more." Sally was fully in her element. Trembling, I stood up and walked to the pool. My bikini bottom was actually soaking wet around my pussy. "Also, if you want your guy to put in a bit more... *effort*, just roughly grab his balls mid-sex and it will make him pound you like..."

The water swallowed Sally's exhilarated voice when I dove into the pool head-first. I instantly started swimming in rapid crawl strokes. Before diving into the pool, I had actually been at the verge of orgasm. I just couldn't shake the image of Sally's knee thrust into Dave's bare balls, of him falling into my lap while coping with his girlfriend's punishment, or his submissive apology and the way he looked at her after the kick.

Even the cool water that my streamlined female body glided through, somehow managed to remind me of the fact that Dave was sitting somewhere with a relentless ache in this funny, sexy appendix, that served him as a constant reminder to treat his girlfriend with the respect, she deserved as a girl.

It took me six laps in the small pool to actually steady myself and shake some of that relentless arousal. When I got to the side and finally lifted my head out of the water to catch my breath, Sally was back to making cocktails. When she noticed that I had stopped swimming, she gave me a grin that I knew too well...

"Ashley! We have a dare for today: Every girl has to kick her boyfriend in the balls at least once before midnight. And they gotta go down!"

 

Us girls took the dare very seriously. We always did. However, we decided to not bust any on the guys in front of the other dudes. We were certain that Dave, or anyone else, wasn't gonna say anything about what happened. But witnessing a kick may have alarmed them.

I was in such a strange mental state. Like always, I got rather horny just from being a bit drunk. Whenever we got home tipsy after our Saturday pool parties, Tim and I had long, amazing sex almost right away. But today was a whole different level. It all felt like some hot, feverish, sexy dream.

The prospect of being obliged to kick Tim in the balls hard enough for him to fall down at some point today, left me in raging excitement and anticipation. On the other hand, I felt bad for him. He really was a good guy, and I felt really bad for every bit of joy that the fantasy gave me. But thanks to the girls, I didn't have a choice anyway.

The first opportunity opened for Emma. Her boyfriend Carl came around the house to the pool, to get himself a new drink. Then, he decided to go inside to drink some water, too, and bring a few bottles out. Like a group of school girls stalking on boys, we sneaked inside and sent Emma on her duty while finding a good place to watch.

"*Make him horny before you kick him in the balls!*" Sally whispered to Emma before she left us behind.

"*Why...?*" Emma had to suppress a giggle by pressing her hand against her mouth.

"*The more horny a guy is, the more sensitive his nuts are. Especially if he didn't cum in a while.*" Sally and Emma smirked at each other for another second, before Emma winked and stepped into the kitchen. Sally, Liz and I sneaked around the living room to peek through the other door that led into the kitchen. After Carl had finished a glass of water and turned around to face his girl, we were diagonally behind him, perfect for secret observation.

"Oh, hey bunny!" Carl greeted his crush. The two had been the last in our group to finally start dating. Emma slowly walked up to him with a nice, sexy sway of her hips, not saying a word. She had a really amazing physique, lean and fit but still amazingly curved. Her smooth, silky black hair openly fell down her back, almost reaching to her butt. The gray bikini top was actually a bit too small for her tits.

"What are you... ohhhhh...." Carl let out a deep moan. Emma had turned around to pin him against the kitchen counter just next to its corner by pressing her butt into his groin. While arching her back to only touch him with her butt and shoulders, the girl reached up and behind to grab her boyfriend's blonde hair and pull his head next to hers. Their noses touched as they just stared at each other sideways in deep affection. Gosh, they looked sexy together.

"Ohhh, you're... ohhhh..." Just when Carl wanted to say something, Emma began grinding her butt against her boyfriend's groin in slow, sensual circles.

"Shut up and touch me!" she commanded in a super strict and sexy voice. Carl didn't need a second invitation. He laid his hands on her thighs and began the long, beautiful journey up to her tits that protruded nicely due to her arched back.

"Uhhh... yes babe..." Emma moaned when Carl slid one hand under her bikini to cup her tit. His other hand wandered down towards her crotch. The girl intensified the circling motion with her butt.

"Oohhhhh... bunny, please stop! I’m gonna cum..." Carl suddenly started begging. He pulled his hands out from under her bikini top and bottom and softly tried to push his girlfriend away.

"So what?" Emma really knew how to speak in a breathy, sexy voice. I had never ever heard that from her before. With more intensity, she pulled his face closer by his hair and gave him a deep kiss with tongue.

"Mmmhhhpfmma... please stop... *pleeease*..." Even before the girl was going for his balls, she had him begging for mercy.

"Why? Don't you enjoy it?"

"I do, but... *I'm not gonna be able to go back out with this boner...*" he actually started whispering.

"Oh? Oopsie!" Emma stepped away from Carl, turned around to face him and quickly grabbed both his hands while looking down at his groin with a naughty smile. "Would you like me to take care of that?"

I couldn't see Carl's boner from our position, unfortunately. But both Emma's bikini top and bottom had been shifted by Carl's intruding hands, and now totally failed to cover up what they were supposed to. Carl obviously noticed that, too. Emma crushed the last bit of resistance by placing both of Carl's hands on her tits.

"I... ehhh... I... *Good lord, you're hot!* Here?!" Carl forced his eyes away from his girlfriend and briefly glanced around to see if anyone was close. Before his head turned to our direction, Emma quickly reached out and softly placed her hand on Carl's groin. Some faint malicious joy mixed into her smile as she seemed to meticulously arrange his cock and balls in his tight blue swimsuit the way she wanted it. Carl's moans intensified. "*Okay, take care of it... Just be quick, please!*"

"Oh, I will!" Her voice had changed significantly and had an almost sinister tone to it. Carl was too distracted to notice. He quickly pulled down his swimsuit, spread his legs and leaned back with his elbows resting on the counter, to give his girl the access to satisfy his urgent needs. When Emma turned her head and winked at us with a wicked smile, I figured that Carl had closed his eyes.

The black-haired, almost nude girl visibly relished every moment when she positioned herself in front of her boyfriend and took aim at his exposed, unsuspecting balls with her bare foot. Carl's faint moan indicated that she had actually softly touched him while taking aim. The way he leaned against the counter and presented his manhood to Emma, it almost looked as if he was desperately waiting to get his balls kicked.

I was trembling in sexual anticipation when Emma finally locked her eyes onto her target and swung her leg back in a wide arc. A moment later, her foot escaped our field of view at high speed, almost instantly followed by a very familiar *clap*. I would've given anything to directly look at Carl's nude manhood while Emma exerted sexual dominance over her boyfriend. That damn counter...

"*Oooouuuhhh...*" With a desperate howl, Carl made a little jump as if he could still mitigate some of the momentum that Emma had put into her kick. A split second later, he fell forward onto his knees and grabbed his girlfriend's hips with both hands for support. Since he doubled over further, his face suddenly ended up right at Emma's mostly exposed pussy.

"*Ohhhh...?*" Emma let out a bright, cute gasp of surprise and arousal when her boyfriend face-planted into her crotch. It was instantly followed by a joyful giggle and an additional swift kick into his nuts that dangled right in front of her feet.

The kick looked quite soft, almost playful, but was more than enough to take Carl down for good. On the rapid way down to cup his balls, his finger got stuck in the tie at Emma's hip that held her bikini bottom at least somewhat in place. Before the large guy had found a position at her feet, the untied bikini bottom slid all the way down to Emma's ankle. The girl couldn't care less. She looked so happy and powerful in her nudity.

"Ohhh bunny... my balls... Why did you kick me in the balls?!" It was the exact same pathetic, desperate panting that I had heard from Dave earlier. It was so funny that guys always had to tell us girls how much their *balls* hurt. But looking at Emma's superior, smooth crotch, I figured it made sense that they tried to find words for what we girls made them go through.

"Ohhh, I'm sorry, sweetie... You asked me to take care of your boner!" Emma purred in a girlish, naive act. She lifted her foot and sensually played with his cock using her toes. Much more cheerfully, she added: "See? Almost gone!"

"Gosh, but not by kicking me in the balls... Oouughhh... I thought you're gonna give me a blowjob!" Carl's voice trembled as if he was about to cry.

"I'm so sorry babe..." Emma shifted her weight to the other leg and swayed her hip further to the side, comforting Carl by underlining her feminine curves. Then, she placed one hand on her hip, and softly bit the tip of her index finger of the other.

She really looked like a naughty girl pretending to regret the bad behavior she was scolded for. The fact that she was naked apart from the bikini top that only covered one of her tits - and that poorly - as well as the fully nude guy in fetal position at her feet, cupping his bruised balls, made this image so mind-boggingly sexy.

Suddenly, Sally poked my side and gestured me to be quiet. I did my best to calm my shallow, trembling breath that must have been almost loud enough for Carl to hear.

"Do you want me to make it hard again?" Emma asked with a sexy, suggestive smile.

"Uhhh... I don't know bun... *ooohhhhhhh*..." Without waiting for his reply, Emma had gone onto her knees, forced Carl's rather weak hands away from his groin and bent over to give him the blowjob that he had been promised. Sally, Liz and I exchanged a telling look and withdrew towards the living room to sneak back out.

Part 2/2: https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1ahc6e0/cheerleaders_naughty_dare_22/