This story is entirely fictional, any similarities to real events, persons, places, or actions is purely coincidental.
Further, all the characters portrayed in this story are eighteen years of age or older.
This is an independent work and the exclusive intellectual property of the author.
Hayley was a stunning teenaged brunette; she had a pretty face and an athletic body. She was 5'4" tall, and had deep pretty eyes anyone could just get lost in. For a young woman of eighteen years of age, she was fairly typical in a lot of ways, she liked magazines, fashion, popular books, and enjoyed watching typical shows girls liked and RomComs. Hayley went out for track and soccer and stayed in fairly good shape. Hayley was also a pretty smart girl and worked hard in school, and even held political views. Hayley was going to a prestigious local college the next year and wanted to study journalism.
She was popular, and well-liked, and a lot of the boys had a crush on her, she was still developing and was still a bit too anxious to make a move on boys, even when the signs were obvious. One of the sexiest things about Hayley was her accent, her family was from Australia and she lived there until she was nine, so she had an accent that turned on so many boys. The accent was slight enough--and most Americans can't tell the difference anyway--to make her sound more like Emma Watson than Eliza Doolittle, and Emma Watson was a very common source of many an erection at her school, not unlike Hayley.
Hayley was laying by the pool listening to pop music, her family had gone away and she elected to stay home to attend a graduation party hosted by some of her friends, many were going away to college and she wanted to see them. As she was sitting by the pool unclothed, working on a tan, finally someone came into her line of sight, a young man. "Pervert!" Screamed the nude teen, and she slammed her shin into the young man's balls, hitting them dead on. He fell to the ground and began coughing as Hayley ran back into the house. Hayley was really disturbed, and she noticed the young man was Charles, a fellow eighteen-year-old classmate and, one she regularly walked to the bus stop with, he lived across the street. Charles would actually also be going to a local university, but Charles was nothing like Hayley, bespectacled, socially awkward, in Model UN, and not all that athletic. Hayley liked him though, she could have a real conversation with him. She thought he harbored a huge crush on her--and she was right. However, was Charles really peeping on her? Was he that disgusting? Hayley went upstairs put on a bathing suit, flip-flops, and a robe and went outside to see him.
Charles was still on the ground, in the fetal position. Hayley smiled, she knew it was wrong, but it brought her some pride to know she could incapacitate someone that easily. She liked knowing she had that kind of power.
Charles looked up at her and tried to speak, but words didn't come out. He instead went into a coughing fit again.
Hayley sat down on a chair on the deck, she still couldn't stop smiling. She felt bad she hurt him so badly, but if he was peeping, he deserved it, and would probably get kicked again, "Hey, Charles, looks like I nailed you really hard. I'm sorry about that, I really didn't mean to kick that hard...." Hayley had a knack for rambling, "....I guess I went out for the right team with soccer, I'm good at kicking balls, oh sorry, let me help you up."
Charles was brought to some of the patio furniture and Hayley sat him down in a chair, he was still cradling his damaged nuts. "So why were you here," said Hayley in her sexy Aussie accent, smiling, her tone turned menacing, "trying to get a glimpse of me naked?"
Charles finally gained enough energy and in a somewhat high-pitched voice, that made Hayley giggle, he said "your dad wanted me to come over and shock the pool for him, and clean out the filters and stuff," he finally said, "feel free to call him."
"Oh!" said Hayley, "he didn't say anything to me. I guess it was an accident, sorry about your little nuggets, do they still hurt?"
"Yeah," said Charles, "they're getting better."
"Hang on a bit," said Hayley, she went and retrieved an ice pack for the injured man's nuts, "just curious, did you get a good look?" Hayley smiled teasingly.
"Uh, not really, I didn't notice you until your kick. I mean I saw you, but I didn't realize you were naked until it was too late to care," said Charles.
"Too bad, that's not going to happen again," said Hayley, "but I'll come close for you," she took her robe off, showing herself in the skimpy bikini, it was ceruleian blue and very tight. It showed off her fit body and her ample cleavage. Charles was speechless.
"Do you like it?" asked Hayley.
"Um, yeah," said Charles nervously, becoming composed, he also was surprised at how fast his erection had sprung to life again.
"Oooh! Looks like it's still going strong down there, despite my little kick," said Hayley. She was surprised she was being so naughty, this wasn't like her.
"Yeah, looks like it," said Charles, "I mean you're beautiful."
Hayley giggled, "so can we just put that kick behind us and forget it ever happened?"
"Um, sure," sad Charles, "I mean it wasn't personal, I get you reacting that way if you thought some guy snuck up on you naked."
"When I did it, I felt so empowered," said Hayley excitedly, "I never kicked a guy like that before, and I just felt so powerful, and I thought he so deserved it too!" Hayley was suddenly getting hot over it, she wished she could do it again, "Sorry, for discussing it, it just was new for me. Have you ever been kicked before?"
"Kind of," said Charles, "like when I was playfighting as a kid, but not recently, and certainly not that hard."
"Like I said," said Hayley, "I'm a soccer player, I'm good at kicking balls." She winked. What had come over me? Hayley thought to herself, and why am I so turned on right now, thinking about busting this guy's balls?
"You are taking too much glee in this," said Charles, kind of half-amused, half-scared.
"Sorry..." said Hayley. I am, what is wrong with me?, Hayley thought.
"It's okay," said Charles.
"I'm glad it's okay that I kicked you in the balls!" exclaimed Hayley, with excitement in her voice, she clapped her hands together. Hayley was shocked she blurted that out.
"Okay, you're starting to make me nervous," said Charles.
"I'm really sorry I hurt you, and..." Hayley really wanted to kick him again, "I get it if you're not comfortable, but I have to ask, can I kick you again? Pretty, pretty please? I'll let you see me, all of me. I have no idea why I want to. I don't hate you or want to hurt you, I just really enjoyed it, and it's hard to explain."
"Woah," said Charles, that kick hurt, but something about it kind of turned him on too. The realization made him uncomfortable, and he was chalking it up to knowing Hayley was naked, "I don't know..." said Charles.
"What could I do to sweeten the deal?" asked Hayley.
"I don't know," said Charles.
"How about I kiss you?" asked Hayley, "like a bit wet one on your lips."
"Hayley..." said Charles, "maybe I can sleep on this, it did hurt."
"Charles, I think you have a crush on me," said Hayley, "if you admit it I'll make out with for the next five minutes, if you promise to stay and think about letting me have fun with your balls."
Charles was getting super nervous and uncomfortable, but something in him made him decide why not, "I admit it, I've been obsessed with you since the day we met. Take your top off first," said Charles finally, "and put some real effort into it."
"Okay!" said Hayley, she promptly took off her bikini top, her supple breasts spilled out. They bounced a bit, but were firm and perky and didn't sag. Charles' erection grew and his eyes nearly bugged out of his head. Hayley could have whatever she wanted. She knew it and was enjoying using the power of her sexuality on her outmatched male counterpart.
Charles had never made out with a girl before, let alone his hot classmate Hayley, who he had harbored feelings for such a long time. Hayley had only made out with some random drunk guy at a party before, but with Charles it felt natural and real. Their lust was mutual and insatiable. They kissed long and deep and their tongues penetrated into the others mouth.
Charles and Hayley at this point were remarkably turned on, "well....that was amazing," said Charles.
"You can say that again," said Hayley, "ready for me to kick you in the balls?"
"Hayley, I appreciate what happened just now, but..." said Charles.
"I'll let you know," said Hayley, "that we would talk about me kicking your balls after we made out, you still don't have to accept. If you let me kick you, maybe we can make out more, many, many times more."
Hayley's amazing body, pretty face, loving and passionate kisses, and sexy Aussie accent was really a powerful combo on Charles. He was at a loss.
"Tell you what," began Hayley matter of factly, "I'm getting real wet thinking about kicking you in the crotch. But it seems unfair for making out to be the price. I mean, I loved it just as much as you dd. How about a handjob? Or a titty fuck? Your dick between my sexy boobs? Huh?" Hayley punctuated her statement by pushing her bare breasts together, "Don't ask for a blow job, I'm not that much of a slut for kicking you in the nuts, which is a speculative pleasure, anyway."
"Are you serious?" asked Charles.
"Yep. More make out sessions and a handjob and or titty fuck, if you let me have fun with your balls," said Hayley. She had a sexy and predatory look on her face, "I can tell you want to say yes."
Charles was torn between the incredible lust he had for Hayley and his need for self-preservation, but even the thought of this now topless Australian teenage goddess kicking him was starting to really turn him on, finally he spoke, "here's my counter-offer, you can't kick them as hard as before, you'd castrate me."
This elicited a laugh from Hayley.
Charles continued, "But how about this, if you promise to be gentle, I'll let you play with my balls again, and you can increase the intensity?"
"You drive a hard bargain," said Hayley, "I get to play with them until you collapse, and you have to do it honestly."
"Alright, and two more preconditions, you can't wear shoes, socks and stockings are fine as are barefoot, oh, and you stay topless," said Charles, negotiating hard.
"I'll go barefoot and bare breasted, said Hayley, but you have to let me see what I'm kicking, I'll have to see you for a hand job anyway, and no fighting back, just say 'apple' as a safeword," said Hayley, "let me know if it's too hard. I don't want to castrate you just yet!" Haley gave him a flirty wink.
