Girls' Tennis Team Instructions on Serving Balls

I loved Sunday afternoons. Every week, I was looking forward to this event. It had been my mom's idea that I could help her friend Mrs. Wilson who was training the girls' tennis team. I had accepted this task a long time ago when I was still in college and my mom constantly tried to get me to "go out". But by now, with my 27 years and a decent job that made the 20 bucks for an hour seem ridiculous, I have become so fond of it, that I never wanted to quit.

The group was exclusively for girls of age 19 to 20 and needless to say, the display of female attributes was simply mind-blowing. As the only guy on the court, I was surrounded by all these hotties actively jumping around in identical, skimpy white tennis outfits. Every long leap of a girl to get to the ball rewarded me with a beautiful glimpse under a short skirt. Ill-constrained by sports bras and belly-free white sports tops, their boobs relentlessly bounced up and down and made my fantasy go wild and my dick hard. It never became boring, thanks to the turnover in girls year for year.

I have never played tennis in my life. My tasks were collecting the balls that had gone rouge, clearing and flattening the sand court after exercises or matches, or simply being the girl for everything. At the beginning, I had felt a bit stupid, but the older I became, the more respectful and humble the girls responded to me. At some point, I became much more confident with my role as a keeper of order. But this abruptly changed last Sunday...

I had really been looking forward to it, as the current group was probably the overall most pretty and attractive one that I have ever gotten to enjoy. Seven of the eight girls could actually have been sisters, with blonde hair and perfect, slim physiques, tight butts and decent-sized tits. Sally, the latest newcomer was the only one who stood out with her dark, curly hair, much smaller and much more curvy, womanly body and a pair of ridiculously large boobs. The contrast of different, but equally hot female shapes had become subject to the majority of fantasies that carried me to the most amazing orgasms.

My fatal error occurred, when I became distracted for a moment too long. The girls surrounded Mrs. Wilson in a semicircle, who stood next to the basket with the tennis balls and explained something. One of the girls had placed her long, stretched leg on the shoulder of the girl next to her and pulled her closer to increase the stretch. Not only did she stand in nearly perfect, vertical splits that exposed her thin, white underwear that beautifully hugged her smooth crotch and tight butt, but she had also pushed the top off the other girl's shoulder, slowly exposing more and more of her right tit.

With a couple of dozen tennis balls in the front of my shirt that I had pulled up to form a sack - and show my abs, I passed Mrs. Wilson behind her back to approach the basket. My eyes jumped up and down between the two girls' displayed attributes, unable to decide, which I liked more.

"For the serve, you have to make sure to accurately toss up the ball right in front of you..." the fast motion of a ball being tossed up perfectly vertically caught my attention. "Your swing starts from the ba... ohhh."

A faint, but very audible *thud* warned me of what was coming for me. While moving up the tennis racket in a wide arc to find the demonstrated position behind her head, Mrs. Wilson had swung its edge up right into my unaware testicles, unprotected by a semi-erect dick that I had hidden right below my shorts' waistband. Awfully aware of the embarrassment ahead, I braced for the pain, desperately trying to play it cool in front of the girls.

The wave of agony that hit me after the sharp, initial sting, however, was absolutely defeating. With a ridiculous grunt, I felt my knees buckle and hit the floor simultaneously with the ball that Mrs. Wilson had tossed up. The balls that I had collected rolled off into all directions, making sure to catch the last bit of attention. I clenched my teeth, to not scream that emasculating pain out into the world, while a moment of perfect silence followed. But I couldn't hold it...

"UUUuuuugggghhhh..." I moaned while cupping my brutally aching balls with both hands and rolling from side to side in a hopeless attempt to ease the exclusively male suffering. The silence killed me. I opened my eyes for a second and found all the girls frozen and staring at me. Most of them tried their best to hide that very specific and humiliating female smirk that usually followed when a guy got hit in his privates. Some, like Sally looked absolutely shocked and worried. Only the girl in splits had her hand placed on her pussy and not her mouth, taunting me with her wide grin and the invulnerability of her crotch at the same time.

My eyes wandered up to Mrs. Wilson, hoping to find her as worried and sympathetic as Sally. Only the side of her face that was hidden from the girls was smirking. When she put on a serious face and turned back to the girls, I anticipated the incoming humiliation and closed my eyes in shame.

"And that, ladies, was the two-ball serve." she joked, instantly dissolving the last bit of decency that had kept the girls' excitement in place. From one moment to another, I was drowned in girlish giggle and the most severe mocking, I had ever been subject to.

"Mrs. Wilson, I missed the middle part, could you please show that again?"

"I always get confused, are we supposed to hit the yellow balls or the blue ones now?"

"Hey David, thanks for serving your balls for our serve."

"Ohh gosh, do you think he is okay?" For some reason, Sally's warm concern elicited the most laughter of the group.

"I'm sure he is.", Mrs. Wilson said confidently. "If a guy is coming to a tennis court without a cup, he's asking for a good smack. Nothing wrong with that, sometimes you have to remind a guy of his place in the world." The ordinariness with which the women justified and laughed off my painful accident was terrible. Sally's concerns were the only bit of human decency that I was given, and it made me love the girl even more in my desperate position.

"But... I heard that testicles are very sensitive. Are you sure you didn't break them?" she continued airing her concerns.

"Alright, Sally, go and check if David's little nuts are fine. Everyone else, practice your serve in pairs of two."

Shocked, I looked at Sally who approached me hesitantly with a curious, warm smile. My heard raced faster with every step she took in my direction. Despite the task that the other girls had been given, I felt their stares when Sally went on one knee next to me, allowing me a good look at her panties, too.

With my hands still tightly cupping my aching nuts, I laid frozen and didn't know what to do. Should I allow the girl to touch my groin? Hidden by my hands, I still had a boner for some reason. Before I could make up my mind, Sally deftly slipped her hand into my shorts and underwear, avoiding my protecting hands on top.

"Oooohhhhh", I moaned and twitched pathetically, when her delicate fingers slid down my hard cock and wrapped around my scrotum. To my surprise and disappointment, the girl instantly applied some decent pressure, rolling around my balls while looking deep into my eyes. All her previous empathy was gone and replaced by fascination. Although her task was obviously done, she held on to my testicles and squeezed them in between her fingers.

"Mrs. Wilson, his dick is hard. I think he liked it." Sally exclaimed mercilessly, opening a new round of mocking and laughter from the girls. I blushed and tried to turn away from Sally. Thankfully, her hand slipped out from my shorts, but not before giving my tender balls another quick squeeze.

I did my best to let my mind fade out and escape the humiliation and pain. How bad could a single hit in the balls be... From one moment to another, my Sunday fantasy had turned into misery. I may have been able to get up and limp away at this point, but aware of the attention that I - and especially my genitals - had from everyone, I decided to stay down.

For some reason, my boner was relentless. Despite going through the most humiliating moment of my life, the agony that slowly faded left nothing but desperate arousal. I just couldn't stop imagining Sally's hand slipping into my shorts over and over. It was crazy, how casually the least naughty and most shy girl of the group had grabbed my bare manhood.

When the embarrassing moment finally felt like past, I pushed myself up and limped off the court. I left my hands tightly around my balls - to hide my boner and protect them from the tennis balls that the girls smashed across the field. Suddenly, this place of beautiful female bodies in action had turned to one of constant danger to my sensitive manhood. As the course was nearly over, I just left without asking Mrs Wilson.

Limping into the men's shower, I stripped and happily stood under the steaming hot water. My cock was still throbbing in arousal and demanding attention. I closed my eyes and began jerking off while imagining Sally on one knee next to me, slipping her hand into my shorts. My balls still hurt, but I was so horny, I couldn't hold it anymore.

When I was about to come, I suddenly got distracted by the voices and giggles of the girls. The showers were connected with a door that was locked by the janitor. It muffled the sounds enough to not understand what they were talking and laughing about. But really, there was no doubt about what their topic was.

The embarrassment instantly took me off the edge again. It was horrible how arousing and humiliating this all was at the same time. It sounded like the girls were trying to convince Sally of something. Her soft voice was very distinct, and always followed by several of the other girls laughing and talking at her in excitement.

I just wanted to jerk off my boner and leave this place, maybe for good. Moving my head and ears under the running water, I avoided listening to the group of girls joking and mocking my inferior genitals. Just when I began stroking my hard cock, I made out the scratches of a key in a lock. Shocked, I watched the door open and all the eight girls stride into the mens' shower room, each of them fully nude and dripping wet.

My chin fell onto my chest as one of my major fantasies suddenly came true. How often had I imagined this door not to be locked. Given the previous incident, however, I was much more scared than amazed when the young women instantly formed a circle around me.

Instinctively, I cupped my groin with both hands, failing to really cover my massive boner and swollen balls. The two girls right next to me quickly slid their arms under mine and opened me up by pressing them against their bodies. I was so overwhelmed by the sensation of their tits on my arms that I didn't even resist.

Elise, the tall girl that had condemned me to my humiliating situation by doing these amazing splits stepped in front of me, her face only an inch or two in front of mine. I felt the tip of my cock touch her hip and shivered in arousal. Her nude presence was incredibly hot, and yet so dangerous.

"Hey David, you wouldn't mind offering your balls to Sally? The girl has never kicked a guy's nuts before, can you believe it?" she grinned right at me.

"I... ehhh... I don'... ughhh..." Her knee smashed into my balls with a loud clap from out of nowhere. My knees gave in and I plunged face-first into her amazing, firm tits. It would've been a beautiful moment, if it wasn't for the unimaginable pain that my balls, tender from Mrs. Wilson's serve, radiated. Held in place by the two girls at my sides, stayed on my feet, coughing out my pain while trying not to pass out.

"I think, that's a yes!" Elise cheered and stepped aside. My field of view opened up to an equally nude Sally, her large tits amazingly presented. She smiled at me with a mix of pity and excitement. Just when I opened my mouth to beg her for mercy, she suddenly stepped forward and kicked me in the nuts toes-first.

Although rather gentle, her big toe perfectly caught my right testicle and squished it against my pelvis for a terrible instant before it plopped out of the way. My eyes bulged out when the pain hit me. Only one ball being kicked made it a lot worse than I would have expected.

"Mean, Sally, you'll just pop them like this!" Elise laughed. "Stretch your toes and hit him with the top of your foot or shin. Then there's no way to miss them, too." Shocked by her tutorial on how to effectively attack a man's sexual organs, her demonstrative kick took me completely by surprise, once again. Swiftly, she fired her leg up, multiplying the pain once again while at least equalizing it a bit for both of my testicles.

I just couldn't take the consecutive kicks to my manhood anymore. The amazing experience of being in a shower with eight nude hotties had been drowned in an ocean of desperate pain and sexual frustration. When the initial wave of agony had washed over me, I opened my mouth and screamed. Not even a second later, I felt a hand on my mouth, pulling back my head under the water stream and muffling the sound.

"Shut up, honey, or do you really want to risk being rewarded for your service?" Elise purred seductively. While looking deep into my eyes and sensually licking her lips, she reached out, softly placed her palm on the bottom of my balls, lifted them up carefully and continued stroking up until her finger tips reached the tip of my dick. Another arousing shiver went through my body. I nearly came right into her hand as my perspective on the situation took a sudden erotic turn.

A moment later, Elise had stepped away again and Sally lifted her foot with a wide smile, obviously finding a liking in touching and punishing my manhood. As softly as Elise had touched the bottom of my balls, Sally's foot lifted them up in a demonstration of what would be an awfully accurate kick.

"Like this?"

"Yes, perfect. Now kick them, girl!", Elise cheered in a tone that made my blood freeze inside of my veins.

Sally's eyes wandered up to find mine as she slowly pulled back her beautiful leg, exposing more of her shaven pussy. Her expression still had this hint of sorrow and pity, but there was no doubt that she was amazed by the experience that the other girls had insisted on, obviously. Just as her foot stopped all the way back behind her butt, the hand from my mouth moved up to my eyes and rendered me blind to the incoming attack. The anticipation killed me. Seconds that felt like minutes passed, before Sally's foot punished my swollen balls with another ruthless kick.

It was delivered perfectly and the pain exploding in my groin was enough to take me out. As my vision faded and my mind escaped the horrible sensation, I felt the girls that held me, pulling my limp body back to press me against the tiled wall. As my mind fully blacked out, all I could think of was how I was completely at the mercy at the group of nude, dripping wet young women who had selected my balls as a demonstration object for Sally.

...

When I regained consciousness, I found myself still pressed against the wall, held in place by soft, bare female bodies. Unfortunately, the wild mix of pain and bliss emerging from my genitals instantly reminded me of what had happened. I looked down and found Sally and Elise on their knees in front of me, my hard cock right in front of them.

"... if you circle your tongue at the bottom of the tip of his dick." My chin fell onto my chest, when I realized that Elise's instruction had continued on a different topic. The girls looked up and smiled in unison. Sally's hand was wrapped around my balls and continued squeezing them rhythmically, making me twitch a bit every time.

Suddenly, she leaned forward while pulling me towards her by my balls. I gratefully complied and moaned loudly, when her mouth took in my rock hard cock. The sensation was absolutely amazing. Elise got to her feet and grinned at me.

"You may want to ask her out now, sweetie." she suggested while playfully pinching my nipple. "Now that she has been taught the basics of handling male genitals - on yours - you might wanna make it worth something."

I was too caught up in pain and sexual delight, too shocked to think or answer. Waves of rewarding sexual rushes shook my body as Sally pushed me further and further to the edge. The other nude girls that surrounded me grinned and presented their attributes every time, my eyes aimlessly wandered through the shower room.

"She says that she loves kicking your balls, David." Elise continued, her face coming closer and closer to the side of my face. I felt her hard nipple on my chest and gushes of air caressing my ear. "But she is willing to reward you with blowjobs whenever you let her have her way with your balls. If you don't... Well, I'm afraid that won't stop her..."

The rhythmic pulsing of my cock and the synchronous waves of rewarding joy told me that I was about to cum. Suddenly, the warm sensation around the tip of my cock stopped and the pressure on my nuts increased.

"Oooooohhhhhh..." I moaned in desperation, trying to fight the orgasm that would surely be ruined now.

"Are you not gonna ask her out?" Elise continued, a sudden tone of disappointment and strictness in her voice.

"I... ohhhh... Sally, do you want to go out with me?" I groaned submissively, while the pressure continued increasing.

"Yeyy, I have a date!" the pretty girl at my feet cheered, a moment before her tongue continued working my cock with a lot more intensity. Despite the relentless pressure on my balls, I instantly came and let out a loud, uncontrolled moan. Just as the orgasm washed over me, Elise leaned forward and teasingly bit my ear. My whole body trembled, as I was rewarded with the most intensive orgasm of my life.

As if in distance, I felt Elise's tit disengaging from my chest, and my arms released by the girls who had continued pressing them in between their boobs for the whole time. Slowly, I sunk down with my back against the wall, while Sally slowly came up. Our opposite movements ended, when her face was in front of mine and I instantly felt a dangerous upward tug on my balls, still tightly held in Sally's small hand.

"Thanks for this, sweetie." Sally purred while mercilessly holding me up by my aching testicles. "Looking forward to later! I expect you to pick me up at eight."

With a last, mean squeeze and a quick kiss on my cheek, she finally let go of my balls and allowed me to sink into the fetal position on the wet tiles. The sexual awakening of the young, shy woman was actually intimidating. The state of my sensitive balls had left me completely incapacitated after her treatment. But good lord this blowjob... I already knew that I had to go with her. And that Sundays would be fun in a... different... way from now on.